Adam's Journey Pt. 36

While she attended to her duties I realized that I desperately needed to hit the men's room, and soon. Too much coffee had created a fairly urgent urge. Looking around, I noticed the "Restrooms" sign above the opening to a narrow hallway at the rear of the dining room. I gulped down the last of my coffee and stood, heading in that direction.

In the hallway I passed the door for the women's restroom on the right, just before coming to a door labeled 'Office' on my left which was standing ajar, about six or eight inches open. I could see an entrance to the kitchen further ahead on the right, and the door for the men's room at the far end of the hall. As I reached the edge of the office door I heard a small noise and glanced into the room. What I saw froze me in my tracks!

There was a woman, totally naked, kneeling on the floor in front of a paper-strewn desk. She had her eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on her face as she slowly sucked on an enormous black cock! I quickly realized that the woman was the same one I'd seen Pops talking to in the restaurant shortly before, and that of course the object of her affection could only belong to Pops, despite the fact that I could not see any more of him than the huge penis, part of his stomach and thighs, and his toes, the rest cut off by the edge of the door. Against the far wall, beyond this pair, was a narrow single bed, not much more that a cot really, with a thin mattress - but it was neatly made up.

I started to back away, but then my voyeuristic instincts kicked in and I stopped. The woman had her eyes closed, and he was behind the door from my vantage point - if I couldn't see him, he couldn't see me either, right? I quietly crept back to the door, unable to tear myself away from this erotic scene.

She was slowly making love to his impressive cock, alternately sucking as much of it into her mouth and throat as would fit and letting it slide out so that she could lick and nuzzle him. As I watched, she raised his cock up and began to lick his balls, eventually sucking one enormous lemon-sized testicle into her mouth where she gave it a thorough tongue bath.

Tiffany had not been exaggerating about the size of Pops' equipment; he was massive, truly, the length and thickness of his cock in proportion to his huge body. I guessed he must be a foot in length, maybe more, and the smaller woman seemed to have to stretch her lips over him to get him into her mouth. He appeared to be considerably thicker than me, and longer as well, with a dark and heavy set of testicles suspended underneath.

Despite the pressure in my bladder, I had hardened completely as I watched them, and had a strong urge to reach down and touch myself. A sudden whisper in my ear completely shattered that urge."What are you doing?"

I nearly jumped out of my shoes, letting out a startled gasp as Tiffany grabbed my arm and pulled me back from the door.

I looked at her, deeply embarrassed at being caught peeping. I whispered "I had to take a leak!"

She shook her head, keeping her voice low. "And so what, you decided to stop and spy instead?"

I stared at her. "Do you have any idea what's going on in there?"

"I have a pretty good idea, yeah. But it's none of your business." She pulled me into the women's restroom, across the hall, where we could talk more freely. "Are you in the habit of sneaking around, intruding on other people's privacy?"

"No! It's not like that - the door was open and I just kind of stumbled across them."

"So you decided to stop and watch?" She was staring at me.

"I was trying to get to the men's room - if I pass the door they'll see me."

"Well, you're in a bathroom now, go ahead and do what you've gotta do."

"With you here?"

She laughed. "I have no interest in seeing you pee! Just take one of the stalls and do it."

"There's no lock on the door! What if somebody comes in?"

"I'll guard it. Would you just go, already?"

I definitely did have the need! I took the nearer of the two stalls and closed the door, which made her laugh again. "You're kind of shy for a grown-up. That's so cute!"

I ignored her as I wrestled my still mostly erect penis from my pants and forced it down into the necessary position, sighing with relief as I began to relieve the pressure. My bladder was over-stretched, and the stream went on and on, feeling better all the time, my erection fading.

I heard her give a low whistle. "Well, you sure weren't lying about having to piss! Are you ever going to finish?" She chuckled.

I was a little embarrassed that she was standing there, listening to me piss, but was also a little past caring about that. It just felt good. I finished and shook off the last couple of drops, tucking myself away before rejoining her, stopping to wash my hands.

As I was drying them with a paper towel, she smiled at me. "Are you all set now? Feel better?"

I nodded. "Much, thanks. Hey listen, don't get the wrong idea, I really didn't intend to spy on them, but I was so surprised that I just, well..."

Tiffany finished for me: "Decided to invade their privacy."

I felt myself blush, and she laughed. "Never mind, I'm just bustin' your balls! C'mon, I like to watch too!" So saying, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me out of the bathroom and across the hall to the open door. We snuck very quietly to the door and peered in.

We needn't have worried, for the scene had changed completely! The woman was now on her back on the small bed, her legs up and spread wide apart - as they would have to be, because Pops was between them, his broad ass toward us as he pumped and thrust into the moaning white woman beneath him, his enormous cock driving deeply into her wet pussy and his massive black balls bouncing off her ass with each thrust! Nobody was in a position to see us, but even if they had been I think they would have been completely oblivious to our presence. I quickly became throbbingly, achingly hard with intense arousal.

I had stopped with one shoulder against the wall, leaning forward and peering around the door jamb, and Tiffany was gripping my arm and bending past me, looking in under my chin. I didn't know if the scene was affecting her as it was me, but she made no effort to look away. The idea that she might be as aroused as I was as she stood there touching me made my cock throb.

We watched the powerful muscles of Pops' broad ass bunch and strain, contracting tightly as he thrust his massive cock into her, and could tell by the increasing volume and higher pitch of her muffled cries that she was quickly approaching a powerful orgasm. Just as her cries of arousal reached a crescendo Pops ceased pounding into her and stopped, his fat, rigid, black cock only about halfway inside of her.

The woman paused for a moment, as though surprised by the break in the rhythm, and then her body took over, her back arching and pelvis bucking upwards as her ass rose off the bed, desperately thrusting herself upward onto his stationary pole, wanting it, needing it buried deeply to achieve and complete her mind-numbing orgasm. We could hear her strangled cries as she fucked herself onto him, her body taking over and continuing to thrust and slam upwards, finding its own rhythm, and forcing his cock to spread her open and penetrate deep into her body. His stuffed black sack was crushed against her ass with each of her thrusts, primed to empty his seed into her womb.

I was almost painfully aroused by the power and strength of the woman's near-violent orgasm, and became aware of Tiffany's hand tightening on my arm, her strong grip almost painful in its intensity as her fingers dug into my muscles. I remembered that she had shared the experience that this woman was now feeling, that she had fucked Pops on at least one occasion, and knew what it felt like to have his thick, powerful cock deep inside of her, and I wondered if she was remembering, feeling it now.

I knew then that she was very aroused, her body no doubt hot and tingling, her pussy probably swollen and as wet as my penis was hard. That knowledge just served to fan my flames, my cock pulsing in time with the pounding of my heart, and a small trickle of sweat made it's way down my back.

As the woman's orgasm slowly burned through the last of her fuel and her pelvic thrusts slowed, her husband suddenly stepped into our field of view, startling us and causing both of us to jerk back out of sight.

Tiffany reacted slightly quicker than I did, and the back of her head caught me painfully in the chin, clacking my teeth together and causing stars to swarm momentarily overhead. I stood rubbing my jaw as she rubbed the back of her head, and when she looked at me and saw me opening and closing my mouth, testing my jaw, she clapped her other hand over her own mouth to stifle her giggles. Cowgirls have an odd sense of humor.

She pulled me a couple of steps from the door and, cupping her hand to my ear, whispered "Sorry about that! I have to go check on my customers. Don't you get caught!"

The apology would have felt more sincere without the giggling, but it seemed no permanent damage had been done. As she disappeared up the hall I crept back to the open door, needing now to know how this would end, struggling to figure out the dynamics of this tryst.

The first thing I saw was the man, the husband, standing with his back to me, bending forward slightly to watch Pops fuck his wife, to better see the big black cock that had just provided her with such intense pleasure continue to ravage her wet, satiated pussy. The bald spot surrounded by sandy, graying hair on the back of his head was clearly visible, but his attire was what struck me as incongruous.

He still had on the sportcoat, dress shirt, and tie that he had been wearing in the restaurant, and his black socks, but had removed his pants, underwear and shoes. As he turned I could see his skinny, erect penis jutting upwards between his shirttails, pink and pale and not more than five inches in length, and when he squatted down for a better view I noticed that his entire tight, wrinkled little pink scrotum was significantly smaller than just one of Pops' big, dangling testicles. Those huge black orbs were still pressed wetly to his wife's ass, and the side-by-side comparison made the man look weak and puny.

As I watched he reached out and stroked Pops' dark, dangling scrotum, thin white fingers stark against the almost black flesh of his sack and the very black, tight curly hairs on Pops' thighs and ass. For the first time I noticed that Pops' balls appeared to be smooth and hairless, which seemed unusual, and I tried to remember if I had noticed whether he had any pubic hair when I had watched her sucking him. I couldn't remember.

The man slid his hand under Pops' heavy balls and cupped them gently, lifting them and beginning to slowly fondle and massage the bulging pair before allowing his fingers to stretch out and glide along the underside of the thick black shaft, carressing the huge cock as it continued to pump in and out of his whimpering wife. I wondered what thoughts were going through his head as he felt his wife's warm, slick arousal coating the massive shaft, as his fingers slid against the hard, black pole and became coated in his wife's cum juices.

If her enjoyment of the incredible fucking she had recieved had not been evident in her muffled cries, the copious amounts of vaginal cum that her body had produced to bathe and lubricate the thick, hard source of her pleasure provided more than ample proof of her appreciation.

Pops' huge cock and heavy balls were soaked with her love juices, almost dripping, and her pussy and ass were equally wet and glistening. By now her husbands fingers were also well saturated, and the inside rear of of both of her thighs looked slick and wet.

As the small man squeezed and fondled Pops' straining balls, I heard a rumble, and realized it was Pops groaning, from deep in his chest, as he reached his peak. His body bucked spasmodically, his cock jerking erratically in and out of the woman as her husband held on to and squeezed Pops' scrotum. I knew Pops was pumping his load deep into her tired body at that moment, and wondered if the husband could feel the powerful spasms of his massive cock as the spurts of cum passed through it and into his wife.

To my utter amazement, the woman cried out and came again, powerfully, as she felt the giant cock spasm and spurt inside of her. I would have bet she was down for the count, but she surprised me, her hands coming around and grabbing Pops' thighs, fingernails digging in just below his ass, and pulling herself tightly to him to receive his load, goading him to fill her up, telling her husband that she was being pumped full of cum. I had to admit that her thin, elegant white fingers desperately gripping his dark skin, wedding ring gleaming and diamonds sparkling, looked very erotic.

The husband released Pops' scrotum and crawled up on the bed next to his wife, kneeling beside her and kissing her, talking softly to her, face to face and very intimate as Pops continued to slowly fuck her. Her body seemed to sag visibly in collapse and exhaustion, finished, satiated, almost unaware of the huge phallus that continued to move slowly inside of her as Pops gently fucked her, winding down from his ejaculation.

I could see that his thick cock was slathered in white streaks, cum-covered as he continued to stir her pussy, and watched as a large dollop of cream slid from her and ran down his balls, hanging there momentarily before falling to the floor with an audible plop.

The man and woman continued to mutter softly to each other, reliving the last few minutes and affirming their love and passion for each other as Pops thrust in deeply one last time, forcing a small gush of thick, white semen from her ravaged pussy before slowly sliding his thick, semi-erect cock from her. As he turned it hung there in front of him, jutting out slightly, impossibly long, thick, and black, the dark skin making the streaks and globs of white semen and slick female juices all the more obvious.

He stood for a moment, hands at his sides, and I thought for a second that he was going to fuck the husband next, kneeling on the bed as he was with his ass in the air, his shirt and sportcoat slid up to reveal his anus and small, tight scrotum. Distracted, loving, whispering and cooing to his wife, he would have made an easy target.

I heard Pops say "Harold", and watched the man turn and look up at him, then down at his hanging, cum-coated thick black snake before slowly sliding off the bed and dropping to his knees in front of Pops, reaching out one hand toward the much larger man.
I watched in morbid fascination as the man Pops had addressed as Harold touched Pops' big, hanging cock, taking the cum-slathered penis in his hand and lifting it up to his lips. Pops' dark, fleshy foreskin had slid back into place, covering the large head of his cock as his erection slowly faded, and Harold closed his eyes and extended his tongue, gently licking at the thick black member, probing the puckered opening with the tip of his tongue.

I heard Harold moan, soft and low, as he took Pops' long, semi-limp cock into his mouth, sucking avidly, no doubt tasting his wife, taking note of how her arousal had bathed Pop's enormous cock in her love juices and perhaps wondering why she never became that aroused for him. He had to be noticing how the entire length and circumference of this huge, very black cock was covered in her arousal, and in the semen that his wife's pussy had enticed from the heavy balls now dangling just below his chin, and marveling at how deeply inside her body Pops must have spilled his seed.

I noticed his skinny cock, still rigid as a steel rod, jutting up from his lap between his shirttails, small, pink, and somehow pitiful at it's fullest arousal, and realized that he didn't seem to find any of this to be unpleasant! I had to smile at the way my imagination had run wild with the inspiration of what I was seeing.

If I was shocked, fascinated, and, yes, a little grossed out by what I was witnessing, I was less so because of my own experience with Sue and Rick. I had thought them very odd, possibly unique, but was now presented with evidence that they were perhaps not so unique after all. I had looked at the cuckold website Sue had told me about, but assumed that it was probably all fantasy and talk. Now I wondered how much of this was really going on out there. Obviously it was a lifestyle that some people seemed to enjoy. Very much, in fact, if Sue and Rick and now this couple were any indication!

I glanced at the woman, who hadn't made a sound since Pops had vacated her abused pussy. She was in total collapse, her legs splayed open, completely spent and possibly totally unaware of her husband's performance. A small stream of glistening white cum seeped slowly from her stretched and sodden cunt, pooling slightly over her tight little anus before dripping onto the edge of the bed and creating a dark, wet streak down the tan sheets before dripping slowly onto the floor. There was a half-dollar sized cum slick on the floor, and I saw another creamy drop suspend momentarily before falling to join it.

I heard Pops deep voice mutter "Sorry Harold, I need to get back to work, I left Tiffy all alone out there."

Harold released Pops' cock from his sucking lips and stood. I was surprised to see that Pops was probably about sixty or seventy percent hard, already well on his way to being prepared for another go-round by Harolds attentions, but even more surprised when the two men shook hands warmly and smiled at each other. Now I don't know about you, but if I'm in the shoes of either of those guys I don't think it crosses my mind to shake hands, not with a semi-comatose woman, especially if it's my wife, laying there leaking cum, and my erect penis sticking out!

Harold glanced over at his wife, then turned back to Pops and said "Thanks Pops, I think Gloria enjoyed that even more than usual."

Pops chuckled, a low rumbling sound. "The pleasure was all mine Harold, your wife sure has some sweet, wet little pussy on her. I was getting pretty horny, glad you two showed up!" He paused, then went on. "No need to rush, you can stay in here awhile if you want, but I need to get back to the kitchen."

He bent and held his white pants as he stepped into them, a move I would have bet he couldn't accomplish at his considerable bulk, and began to tug them up over his thick legs as the other man turned back to his wife, moving toward her. Nobody was facing my way, so I took a chance and stepped quickly across the door opening, thinking the other side would give me a better angle to see what would transpire next.

Harold grabbed his wife's limp legs and lifted them up and apart, stepping between and slipping his hard cock into her worn out pussy. He seemed to meet absolutely no resistance - but then he wouldn't just then, would he?

Harold was holding his shirt and sportcoat up around his middle, bunched in one hand, and Pops paused, watching them, his long black hose hanging out of his open pants. Honestly, at its size and color it looked fake!

We both watched as Harold began to pump rapidly, his skinny white ass pistoning back and forth as he thrust his little cock into his wife's stretched and sloppy pussy. He couldn't have taken more than ten or twelve thrusts when he grunted, a frantic "Ungh, ungh, ungh" sound, and I realized he was spurting his pent-up cum into his wife, less than half as deeply as Pops had, adding his sperm to her creamy filling.

Pops laughed and reached over and grabbed one of Harold's ass cheeks in his massive black mitt, squeezing it hard. "You go boy, you sure don't waste any time! I don't think Gloria ever even knew you poked that in her - and your secret is safe with me, I won't tell her!"