I was counting the money and completing my close-out sheet when I overheard him arguing with his wife on the phone. Danny tried diligently to keep the edge from his voice, but Eileen refused to be civil. I swear, she was the only woman in existence who could be heard across the room, squawking over the line. I believe having it down to an art was part of the reason.
Once again, I made an attempt to balance. Danny had his back to me, endeavoring to contain things, but as his conversation lengthened (contrary to his choice), he glanced around to see if anyone-mostly customers-were drawn into his personal drama.
Danny dis-liked making a spectacle of himself; he was basically a shy man, even-tempered, with a great disposition. I rarely saw him get pissed off, even when we, the people who worked for him, screwed up. Excitability was not his suit.
At age forty-seven, he was quite an attractive man, with thick, sensual features. Although he had a bald spot on top of his head, wore glasses and had a paunch, he was fiercely masculine in character and exuded a provoking charm. Energetic chores at the station-lifting heavy boxes of motor oil, repairing the car wash, offering frequent assistance to the mechanics-kept those impressive biceps in bulging health. His forearms were powerfully sturdy, rough with hair. Muscle rippled throughout his otherwise six-foot-three frame. His broad shoulders tapered to a trim buttocks, which then gave forth to brawny legs. The tight T-shirts and jeans Danny wore-practically a second skin-favored his conditioned body.
Danny did not deliberately elevate his sex appeal-it was a natural extension of his personality. Young women ogled him, as did some of the other women who came in to have their cars serviced, or merely stopped in for sundry items. He was oblivious to their attention; his mind always seemed elsewhere.
I manned the cash register, along with the other support help. There was a general turnover, since the wages we earned bordered on minimum, but I held fast to my position. I enjoyed working in the mini-mart section, collecting money for gas, snacks or milk. It was my first real job, even though it was part-time.
I knew if it were Danny's decision, he would have paid us more, but he was bound by the limits set by Premium, the franchise which operated these stations. Premium was in competition with Mobil, Shell and others of that caliber. In order to stay profitable and retain their market share, they cut their expenses close to the belt. That amounted to lower, albeit steady, earnings. We all believed the station would be around forever, given its vast restrictions.
The bell at the door sounded as a customer entered, jarring me from distracted thought. I received a big smile while he whipped out his credit card, followed by intense inspection. Working the counter put me on notice. My coquettish looks always generated considerable attention. Men engaged me with strong eye contact, scanning my slim body and pert tits as though I were a visual delight. I supposed to some extent I was, but I didn't think I was sexy-not like my sister, Judy. She happened to be five years older, with plenty of seasoning. At nineteen, I could only dream about the men I'd someday have.
As I punched in the price for his gasoline, he tossed a pack of Marlboros on the counter, then a roll of mints. I couldn't help noticing his hand-the thumb in particular. How it would feel grazing my face, then shoulders, intruded on my otherwise innocent rumination. I was so much smaller, so much more fragile than he. He could crush me in his embrace with those powerful fingers. I involuntarily shivered.
"Cold?" the man asked, grinning.
I forced laughter. It was a hot night in June; there was absolutely no justification for experiencing a change in temperature. "No, something just crossed my mind."
The man leaned closer and suggestively lowered his voice. "Oh, yeah? Was it good?"
His body heat radiated toward me. I felt his breath, along with a trace of invitation. Nervously, I whisked my long blonde hair behind my shoulders and concentrated on processing his charges. I could tell he was contemplating some pretty wild stuff. Getting hit on was normal this hour of night; men were full of themselves, encouraged by a friendly face.
The problem, however, was his being cute. He was tall, dark-haired, mid-twenties and wore a baseball cap. Under different circumstances, things could have potentially developed. I almost told him I was off duty in fifteen minutes, but didn't.
Getting myself in trouble was an occupational hazard I wisely avoided. Any number of attractive men frequenting the station could have prompted that response that bubbled up inside me. I couldn't help it-I was fascinated by men. Ever since learning about our physical differences, my curiosity had blossomed. It required discipline to refrain from the many advances, the tempting looks, the promising whispers of ecstasy. Zeroing in on the touch of their enormous hands against my small, delicate frame caused me to blush. My nipples became defiantly erect at the mere thought of being fondled.
My sister, Judy, had a rebellious philosophy. "What are you waiting for, Heather? There's a whole sexual smorgasbord out there, waiting to be tapped. Don't waste the precious years of your youth. You're only depriving yourself."
It was easy for Judy to make that assessment. She had lost her virginity on her eighteenth birthday and pursued men of every variety ever since. Judy traded boyfriends so often, I couldn't keep track. I honestly didn't know what to expect upon arrival; Judy was far from discreet. I once found her on the sofa, fucking the brains out of some stallion she picked up while getting groceries.
Our apartment essentially had a revolving door up until recently. Judy had been steadily seeing Luke, a sharp-looking guy who was Systems Manager for a large company downtown. His knowledge of computers was unsurpassed by anyone I knew. I liked Luke and prayed Judy would settle for him. Thus far, he managed to keep her from straying, but how remained a question. My sister was famous for her voracious appetite; men were her food. Whatever Luke fed her seemed to satisfy that hunger.
I stepped back from the young man's gaze, cognizant of a moist, tightening sensation in my groin. Men initiated, then intensified that feeling that systematically emerged.
"It's arousal," Judy had explained to me. "That means some guy has gotten you horny, and you want it."
"How can my body crave something it has never experienced?"
Judy winked. "It'll always inform you when it's ready for that."
No, I silently insisted. The customer didn't ignite those kinds of embers. When I returned his credit card, the source of my frustration was revealed. I studied his hands once again, and saw that they were smaller than Danny's. The thumb and forefinger were dwarfed by the ones I'd seen many times through the course of the day. Danny's enormous hands and feet spurred private speculation as to the size of his cock. Without his knowledge, I had stolen glances at his crotch and, from its protruding shape, my interpretation was his being a veritable horse.
I supposed I should have spent my day in a manner more productive than entertaining those thoughts. The scope of Danny's equipment was of no consequence to me; I wasn't married to him and, therefore, would not have occasion to enjoy it.
The man caught none of my flagging interest after scribbling his signature on the receipt. He did, however, hear Danny end his furious exchange with Eileen.
"If you can't handle the situation, then leave it for me when I get home," he snapped into the phone. "I'll take care of it."
To earn a smile of encouragement from me, he pointed a thumb in Danny's direction. "Looks like somebody's in the dog house. Guess he won't be getting a piece tonight."
I failed to furnish him the response he sought. I wasn't amused with his reading of the quarrel Danny was having, nor the cheap shot.
The man, coming to terms with a losing proposition, tipped his baseball cap in my direction and split. I was relieved to see the door swing behind him. Danny wrapped up his call shortly thereafter.
"Sorry I had to subject you to that," he immediately apologized in a low voice. "Eileen's on the rag."
I offered him a consoling smile. "You know, I can stay a little longer if you'd like. You can run home and patch things up."
He waved off my suggestion. "Let her stew. She isn't happy unless she has something to bitch about. Tomorrow, it'll be a new topic."
I sighed. I wished I could minimize some of his disappointment. Eileen, unfortunately, doled it out in endless supply. Danny told of me of some of her routine complaints: their shortage of money, their inability to go on lavish vacations, or the ramshackle state of their house (that, I felt, was a complete exaggeration) and her harping over Danny's opposition to remodel. Eileen brimmed with displeasure. She seemed to thrive on badgering and berating Danny, whether it was in front of friends, relatives or employees.
Her attacks were unwarranted and uncivilized, in my book. I despised the woman. How Danny could not ask for a divorce puzzled me. His two children were grown and in school; his son was away at college and his daughter, another dilemma with her resistance toward doing homework, spent little time at the house, or dominated the telephone when she did.
Naturally, Danny did his level best to take it all in stride. His demeanor usually never alternated, maintaining an optimistic semblance each day, despite Eileen's sour attitude. Even after terminating her latest tirade, Danny put on a happy face. I saw, however, a flash of sadness before he donned that mask; it was momentary, but it endured. Danny suffered silently, unbeknownst to his co-workers. I happened to be privy to that side of him.
"Jason's going to be here any minute," Danny said. "Why don't you take off now, Heather? I'll watch the register."
"Are you sure?" I disliked leaving him. He was such a nice guy, undeserving of Eileen's malice.
He nodded, then patted my shoulder. The gesture was in appreciation of my understanding, but the physical disturbance it initiated almost startled him. My pulse fluttered, then my heart leapt in my chest. My tits swelled in my uniform as I took a deep breath. Wow! His touch triggered a potent fantasy.
In my head, I saw those immense hands scoop my tits, then position them to his mouth. I all but shivered as I saw his tongue slurp my erect nubs until the hot churning in my stomach encompassed my entire body. Throughout his oral worship, my defense mechanism broke down, propelling the surrender of my virginity. I knew, intuitively, that when I encountered that searing pain, it was Danny I wanted between my legs, pushing himself into my soft pussy. My highly susceptible flesh tingled as he wove luxurious patterns over it. I was drunk with lust, prepared to handle the ache that first thrust of his would deliver. My pussy tightened all the more, juicy with anticipation.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his face clouding over with concern.
I pulled away, embarrassed at my decadent display. Those tendencies were getting more difficult to conceal. Sooner or later, Danny would grow wise to them. "Sorry. I've got so much on my mind."
"Do you need tomorrow off?"
I automatically shook my head. Danny and I would work the afternoon shift together; nothing would prevent my being there. "I'll be fine."
The smile I received made my meager paycheck and our flirtatious customers worthwhile. Danny looked much younger in the softer light, roughly passing for thirty. I wanted to touch him back, reassure him of my being there to lend comfort whenever he needed it. Of course, I abstained. Who knew what sort of demons my caress would summon?
"See you around," he said, waving cheerfully.
The drive back to my apartment was dominated by sexual imagery. I couldn't rid myself of it from the moment I started the engine. Danny and I were naked in bed, our arms and legs entangled, our mouths attached. Happiness moved through me as he sucked on my tits, then awakened that warm jitteriness between my thighs with his tongue. I watched, choking with pleasure, as his face dwelled by my blonde, curling wisps, breathing heat and desire. Those huge hands gripped my small, silky thighs, spreading me apart so he could put that joy-giving tip into my juicy crevice. I knew how to gratify myself with my finger, but picturing Danny's tongue inside my cunt, wriggling about, was almost too exciting to bear. I stepped on the accelerator as he licked the traces of honey from my cunt lips. Ohhhhh.
The red light ahead forced me to access the brake and draw a curtain over the unfolding action my brain processed. I let out a deep breath. Whew. I had to stop tormenting myself with these visions. Danny and I did not have that kind of relationship. He was a married man, decent and honorable. I gathered that even if I lost sanity and threw myself at him, he would reject my advances. He adhered to strong, traditional values. Cheating on his wife violated his moral code.
I sincerely hoped that Eileen occasionally set aside their differences and provided Danny sexual release. I would have hated to think she denied him his marital rights.
That supposition brought a snarl. I was deluding myself. Eileen didn't deserve him. Danny should have a more loving, devoted mate. I couldn't avoid dreaming about what it would be like, giving a man like him the relief to which he was entitled. I wouldn't care if staying up half the night was necessary, keeping up with his demands. Sore and weary I might be, but a contented man I would have.
I walked into a dark, quiet apartment, haunted by the steamy depiction I invoked. Constructing a fantasy world that revolved around Danny wasn't a healthy preoccupation. No matter how desperate I was to have him, capsizing his family life wasn't within me.
Just as I deposited my purse on the chair, I heard a soft, moist pucker in the direction of Judy's room. Before I could even imagine what she was doing, or with whom, a gasp followed by a sharp intake drifted through the crack of her door. More slobbering noises accompanied by harsh breathing ensued.
God! I thought with disgust. Doesn't she ever stop? Living with my sister-an undisputed slut-wasn't exactly a picnic. Even though I shared in the rent, the groceries and the chores, I felt I had to sneak in and out of our apartment so I wouldn't disturb her. To not find her with a man was a rare event. Judy couldn't last without sex-at least, not for more than a few hours.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I heard a familiar voice. "Suck it. Suck it hard."
My ears prickled. Luke must be with her. I'd walked in when they were immersed as such, but I never saw what they did. Judy, restless soul that she was, had managed to remain faithful to him for several weeks now. How that reversal was brought about intrigued me.
Remembrance of Danny and his portrayal of fulfillment in my mind propelled me to Judy's door. It was ajar, affording eavesdropping opportunities. I peered inside, adjusting to the deficiency of light. The moon provided some illumination, seeping through the blinds.
Luke sat in the reading chair with his head slumped to one side. Closer examination revealed him totally naked. I heard him groan, then watched him move his hips. It was then I saw Judy's head bob at his lap. She knelt before him, extending her mouth to his crotch. A series of wet, pumping sounds emanated from that area. I strained my eyes to see her lips capture his long, erect cock. Even in the dimness, it glistened. My sister's lips were fiercely attached to him, pulling the skin of his hard dick with each clamorous suck.
"That feels so good," Luke grunted before Judy took a healthy mouthful. He clutched the arm of the chair, then lifted himself to meet her steady gobble. "Christ. Oh, yeah, baby. Eat more of it."
Judy was oblivious to everything but that swollen shaft. Her lips covered it with sublime care, sweeping back and forth, until he was fully consumed. Her dainty hands fluttered over those muscled thighs that flanked her, weaving erotic patterns.
"Mmmmm," she whimpered, stuffing her face. Her cheeks billowed as his stiff cock disappeared inch by inch just before she produced those lusty sounds. Saliva spilled down his thing, only to be reabsorbed by those serviceable lips. "Mmmmm."
Luke's eyes rolled upward. "Oh, baby. Yeah. Keep doing that. I want more of those hot, clinging lips. Suck my big thing. Ahhhhh. Rub your mouth all over it. Take me down to the balls. Ahhhh."
Judy had no trouble with his requests. Her head dipped toward him, spilling blonde curls over his lap. Luke brushed against her tresses to observe her feverish consumption. He looked intermittently tortured and gratified.
After fitting his whole cock into her mouth, she scooped up his balls and stroked them. This precipitated turbulence from Luke. He shifted intolerantly in his seat, receiving enormous satisfaction from her efforts. She stimulated him with both her fingers and lips, leaving him shaking for more.
I couldn't believe I was standing at my sister's doorway, watching her suck her boyfriend. It was un-like me to be voyeuristic, yet I couldn't avert my gaze nor end my surveillance. That hot, anxious feeling that embraced me earlier returned with a vengeance. My pussy throbbed, yearning for a sensation it hadn't yet experienced. I couldn't, for the life of me, pretend to know how a cock could give me pleasure. Judy's stimulating him with her lips and tongue gave me pause. Though innate, a natural response between two people, it was utterly confusing.
Why did having Judy's mouth on his dick make me intensely hot? Was it perhaps because it was a forbidden act, something a lady wouldn't do? Was it that she had Luke turned on with her licking and sucking and put that part of him in her mouth? Was the threat of receiving his hot, creamy discharge another thrill?
I applied these concepts to Danny, and was electrified by the result. Having Danny's thighs surround me while I grasped him with my mouth would be mind-splintering. Fitting that huge cock between my lips and sucking it to orgasm didn't seem possible. I knew, seconds after enlisting it in that fashion, the unbearable agony of not having him buried in my snatch would trouble me. How my pussy would manage to swallow that enormous thing seemed puzzling. I was so small, so narrow compared to Danny's hulking figure.
I reverted to the unraveling passion of my sister and her boyfriend. I bit my lip and held my breath, not wishing to be discovered. My palms grew clammy as I studied that long, juicy shaft yawning in and out of Judy's mouth. I heard the distinct inhalation just before absorbing that hard dick, then witnessed Luke's gratification as he shifted and gulped in his seat. His eyes were shut, his mouth dropped open, his fingers cemented to the arms of the chair. He couldn't seem to get enough of the lip-smacking nor tongue play Judy authenticated. The more pronounced her sounds, the more turned on he appeared.
Judy whipped her hair over to one shoulder so the other was bare. Her skin was assigned a burnished hue from the slant of the moonlight. Her smooth, undraped back flanked by Luke's restive legs constituted a rousing view.
"Jesus," he gasped, rolling his head back and forth as Judy's suckling lips occasioned the collapse of his endurance. Plainly, he didn't deal with the mounting stimulation. "Get ready, baby. I'm going to jizz."
My heart thumped. I'd never stayed this long, watching someone climax. My accidental trespassing generally occurred while the nitty-gritty was well underway; blushing, I immediately took my leave. Since I had gone this far undetected, I elected to stick around and observe every eye-popping, throat-straining moment of Luke's eruption.
Judy's strongly loving lips caused Luke to rock in his seat, dragging air into his lungs. His Adam's apple rippled as he weathered their tight, hungry suck. His chin sloped upward as he prepared to spasm, then, for some unknown reason, he righted his head and stared at the door and saw me. We locked gazes for one fleeting moment before his contortions were at full tilt. He jammed his hips forward, sending his whole cock into Judy's mouth, then emitted his savage cry.
"Arghhh," he bellowed. "Arghhh! Uggghh! Uggghh!"
Judy was hot on his trail, programmed to gulp down that man stuff. Her lips compressed, covering his spurting cock right to the balls. She worked them up and down, her throat muscles functioning, relating the dispatch of his sex juice. She purred with delight as he pumped her cheeks full, then swallowed.
"Mmmmmm," Judy mewled, stroking his balls and inner thighs as she devoured every drop.
"Oh, yeah," Luke muttered, slowly recovering from the initial jolt of orgasm, peering at her through narrowed slits, shuddering. He gradually included me in his scope of study, then deliberately spread his legs so I was afforded an unobstructed picture. "That was so good, baby. You made me cum so hard."
"Mmmmmm," Judy hummed happily, lapping the oozing remnants from his cumhole. Her curling tip collected the last of his balls' rumbling burden.
My cheeks flamed. God! Luke caught me spying on them! Without hesitation, I darted for my room.
Luke's recognition didn't seem admonishing. As I leaned up against my door and attempted to regain my composure, another impression filtered its way through my panic-stricken mind: enticement.
CHAPTER TWO
I dragged myself from bed after getting minimal rest. I tossed and turned most of the night, with recurring visions of my sister sucking feverishly on Luke, then his unforgettable stare just before climax.
It made me think of the kinds of thoughts that ran through Judy's head while she had his cock trapped between her lips, pulling and shifting over that taut skin while feeling its building pulsations. I couldn't rid myself of that one glimpse when her saliva bubbled over her fastened mouth, dribbling down his erect shaft, then Judy's smooth slide to dispatch it. The depths of her hunger, as well as Luke's detection startled me.
Sprawling across my sheets didn't help. That hot stirring in the pit of my groin was a continued vexation. Unconsciously, I seized a pillow and enclosed it with my legs. I bore down, desiring sudden pressure there-but it failed to be enough.
I needed something to ease that disturbance. When I was perfectly still, I felt my nipples thicken and my pussy dampen. Those things happened without the prompting of naughty ideas. My body hotly rebelled, craving new, lustier sensations than my finger could provide. Masturbating left me thirsty for something dreamier and more lasting.
Shrugging off these impractical notions, I slipped into my robe and entered the kitchen. I started brewing a pot of coffee and searched the refrigerator for breakfast. Judy rarely took responsibility for shopping, so my options were limited to two eggs and a half empty carton of orange juice. I made a mental note to compile a list of items to replenish our cupboards.
I had just poured myself some coffee when the door to Judy's bedroom swung open and Luke tiptoed out. His single act of modesty was to don his pair of boxer shorts. He nodded to me as he walked to the stove, glanced at the full cup in my hand and took it. I was much too numb to care.
Luke squinted at the burst of sunlight pouring into the kitchen. "Kind of bright in here."
"It's ten-thirty," I patently reminded him, fetching another cup. "I gather Judy is still sleeping."
He shrugged, then grinned. "What can I say? I fucked her brains out."
I froze. Luke had never been so direct in the past, but then, my encounters with him were brief.
He took a healthy sip, then smiled. "Yes. Caffeine. A much needed commodity after a long night."
I didn't want to hear any boasting. What he did with my sister was none of my concern. It was difficult to ignore him. He sat unabashedly in the chair, bare-chested and cocky, with his legs spread. A mental picture of my sister's head going up and down to the accompaniment of loud slurps flashed before my eyes.
He gave me a frank assessment. "Did you enjoy the show?"
I blushed. "What do you mean?"
"Don't pretend. You were watching us." He chuckled, then took another prolonged sip. Without glancing up, he asked, "Did it get you hot?"
I turned my back to him, red with embarrassment. I hadn't expected to be drilled. Rather than respond to his questions, I poured myself coffee. Let him draw his own conclusions, I resolved.
Luke elected not to pursue it. "You know, from this angle, you look pretty damned good. You've got a nice ass," he complimented.
"I suppose you're an expert at those evaluations."
"I see plenty at my office. The girls dress to outdo each other. They love the attention, the games." He paused. "Are you like that, Heather? Do you like to fuck with peoples' minds?"
I whirled upon my heel. "I'd watch what I said. Some people don't appreciate analysis."
"Is that why you enjoy watching?" He settled back in his chair, pulling his thighs apart until I thought I could almost see his cock and balls through the opening. His chest expanded and contracted slowly, smooth with muscular definition. I hadn't known Luke to be endowed with such an athletic body-when dressed, his professional appearance was deceptive. A shirt and tie hid those spectacular pectorals, those immense biceps and those sinewy thighs.
He was observant of my unwavering stare. My mouth largely watered at his magnificent physique. Although I prayed for a reduction in stimulus, I felt its steady, tingling flow. I was certain my nipples had distended while that throbbing tension in my groin took possession. I checked neither of these telltale signs, too weak to disable my gape.
Luke proceeded, grinning. He warmed to my seduction. "I always thought you were sexy, Heather-from the moment we met. I could tell you had a wild streak. Oh, you keep it toned down, but it's there."
"It is?" I echoed, faintly.
"Sure. You've got strong body language. When you sit and cross those incredible legs, or bend over and display that gorgeous ass, you're communicating fluently with the opposite sex. I've read all statements you transmit."
I realized I was falling for it-hanging onto his every word while excitement coursed through me-but I couldn't help myself. Luke looked too good in that relaxed position, half-naked, plying me with soothing phrases. I wanted him to walk across the room, rip open my robe and suck on my nipples. When he finished, I wanted him to lift me on the kitchen counter and lick my pussy until I came savagely in his face. These potent images flickered through my mind, resistant to what I consciously decided. The provocation to at least reveal my tits to him and stroke the inflamed nipples swam precariously to the surface. It didn't matter that Judy was asleep in the other room; I knew, instinctively, he would rush to me and quench his thirst.
"You've lusted after me?" I murmured. "Is that what you're saying?"
He nodded. "What's more, I know you haven't had it."
"Judy told you."
"She did, but I could have guessed. That constant flush is pure disclosure, Heather. Your cheeks are red this very moment. You're thinking of me in a sexy way."
I broke our gaze. "I am not," I stammered.
He rose from his chair and began his approach. There was no urgency in his step. Luke permitted ample time for me to regain control of my emotions. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Heather. You can't fight chemistry. Those deep-seated yearnings will always exist. You can't shut them off."
I trembled, relying heavily on my sense of obligation not to do something regrettable. If he attempted to enclose me with those spacious hands, I was fairly corivinced my defense system would collapse. His mellow voice made me wet, inducing a stream that dampened my panties. Savage palpitations surged through my pussy.
"I don't think it's a good idea, your talking to me like this," I spoke in hushed tones.
"Why?" he taunted. "It's what we both want. Your aroused look at the door was confirmation of it." He examined my shivering fame. "Did you jerk off when you got back to your room. Were you thinking of my cock?"
"Luke. Please lower your voice."
"I'll bet you wished you could have had your mouth on it, like Judy did. Or maybe it would feel better if it were in your pussy. You'd like that, huh? I'd go in really slow so I wouldn't hurt you. I know you would enjoy it."
I swallowed roughly. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"I can tell when I've gotten someone excited."
I could barely talk above the lump that formed in the base of my throat. "And what about my sister?"
"She doesn't have to know. It'll be our secret." He leaned closer to me, his breath brushing my cheek. "It'll be so good, Heather. I'll make you cum."
I quivered. All this hot talk eroded my moral sense. That low, masculine voice gave me an incentive to spread my legs and accept the pledge of unhad bliss. It was true: I desired relief from battering frustration. Luke's offer held appeal; I was physically attracted to him and I believed his vow of discretion.
"I'll come by for you at ten tonight," he whispered. "I'll pull over to the curb in front and wait. Meet me by the corner."
The hot stirring in my loins would not abate. I visualized Luke's big cock deep in my pussy, giving me satisfaction with each and every thrust. I experienced a rush of urgency for him. The moist churning between my legs demanded that kind of contentment. My knees were so weak, I almost fell.
Without preliminary, he slipped his hand inside my robe and dipped into my panties. I let out a soft yelp as he clamped my mound.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, pressing his thumb into my juicy crevice, then traveling up to my swollen clit. "It'll be so good."
"Ohhhhh," I sobbed.
"I know it'll be your first time. I'll go easy, but it still might hurt. It's something you can't avoid. Don't worry-the pleasure will be constant. I'll ease the pain as fast as it comes, until you don't even feel anything but my cock slicing into your hungry snatch."
He roamed through my silky curls, encountering traces of love dew. His roving digit provoked a flurry of chills that permeated my very core. He pierced the glistening webs of desire as he charged through with his finger. Back and forth he dipped, affording me a mind-shattering, flesh-screaming charge.
"You'll be there?" he asked, leveling those slowly burning pupils at me.
I nodded, too aroused to decline. Waves of desire streamed through my entire body. He could have taken me right there, up against the stove, ramming that hard dick into my susceptible pussy. I was so drenched, his initial plunge would have been ecstasy-despite my virginity. I wanted to be fucked so badly, I could taste it.
A low, conspicuous moan from the other room signaled that Judy had awakened. She sounded very much like a girl who'd had a long, rough night.
Luke wisely stepped away from me, extracting his finger from my pussy. He assumed his abandoned seat at the table as though nothing extraordinary had taken place. I was still shaking as I closed my robe, attempting to hide the proof of our fleeting intimacy. I recovered, but only after several cleansing breaths. Luke, without suffering repercussions, sipped from his cup just before the door swung back and revealed my disheveled sister. Half-asleep, she had donned a long T-shirt that hugged her voluptuous body in formfitting fashion and covered her pussy by a fraction. She ran fingers through her crop of limp curls and sighed. Gradually, when her sense of vision was sufficiently restored, she trudged to the stove.
"Pour me some, too, will you, honey," she murmured, shaking the last dregs of sleep from her brain. Our moment of subterfuge passed her by. Judy was too weary to suspect something was amiss.
I pressed myself into service, cleaning a cup and filling it with steaming coffee. "You should have gone shopping, Judy. I had nothing else to offer Luke."
She giggled. "I fed him well last night. Coffee is probably all he needs."
Luke, setting down his cup, chuckled. "I can vouch for that."
A glimmer of lust evolved on her lame expression. "Shall I send you off to work on a full stomach? We've got time. How about one for the road?"
Luke rose to his complete, six-foot-two height and enfolded Judy in his arms. He brushed her lips. "Sorry, baby, but I've got to run. I've got an early morning meeting."
"Not even for a quickie?" she pouted.
He shook his head, then tossed her a wink. "Keep it warm for me."
A luxurious smile unfolded on her lips. "Mmmmmm. That won't be a problem."
Luke scrambled out the door five minutes later, fully dressed. Judy blew him a kiss, then whimsically eased herself into a chair.
"I'm in love," she confessed after taking her first gulp of coffee. "Totally and without reservation."
"You really care about him, don't you?"
She nodded emphatically. "He's incredible in bed. He just keeps going, wanting more and more. I can barely keep up, but I do." She shivered. "He doesn't give me much choice."
"What do you mean?"
Judy shook her head. "Let's just say he doesn't stay soft for long."
She stimulated sizzling, vibrant thoughts within me. I didn't need elaboration. "Do you think it's mutual?"
Judy couldn't hide her indignation. "Of course. He tells me so. Besides," she interrupted, slithering her hands over her tits and down to her crotch, "I can feel his need for me."
Judy certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Her nipples protruded through her flimsy nightie. The diaphanous material displayed her large, jutting breasts to full advantage.
I refilled my cup and joined her at the table. "What is it that men contribute to gain this reaction? I mean, why do women react so strongly to their brand of pleasure?"
Judy giggled. "You sound like a virgin all the time."
"If you don't want me to ask, say so." Judy wrinkled her nose. "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to be a bitch. I guess it's just nature.
Opposites attract. We like being fondled, titillated by men. It's our tendency. Besides, men provide us with necessary roughness and raw passion we couldn't get anywhere else."
My pulse jumped. Did that explain my amorous reflexes to both Danny and Luke? Both prompted urges I couldn't define. "How does it feel when someone's inside you?"
"Now you're really getting personal."
"Sorry. I-"
"Hey, it's okay. We're sisters. I don't mind." She closed her eyes, drifting into erotic introspection. "I can describe it perfectly. I think about it when Luke's fucking me. I'm on my back and this huge, solid thing is driving into my juicy center. It's communicating with my body and my mind simultaneously. I can feel the skin of his cock rubbing the insides of my pussy, instigating sensations that are too deep to find with my finger. He's moving back and forth, initially teasing, then producing contagious passion. While my pussy becomes a moist receptacle for that spearing cock, its walls grow a thousand minute fingers of sensitivity. The veins and bulging sections of his dick keep grinding away, intensifying this awareness until I find myself working with him, shoving my pussy at it, catching that thick monster with my sluiced lips and swallowing it whole."
Judy's graphic descriptions were causing me to swelter. I didn't expect this degree of honesty or realism. I wasn't, however, about to interrupt.
Judy massaged her tits through her long T-shirt. Her nipples were notably erect. "Mmmmmm. Telling you this has gotten me so horny. Wow. I don't know if I can continue. I might have to hit the shower."
"Finish," I petitioned. "Please. I want to know."
A lazy smile creased her lips. "Okay, honey. I'll try." She searched her erotic memory banks to relay the balance of her blistering report. "Having a swollen cock inside you is the height of luxury. It's the ultimate high. You lay back and receive it, like a gift. If you're adequately relaxed, you can actually feel it throb; when you do, you know you've gotten his hormones piping hot. He wants you, and he needs what you're giving him. By letting him bury his thing in your pussy, you're committing yourself to his satisfaction. Pushing his dick into your cunt and watching you respond feeds his brains and his balls at the same time. He sees how excited you are, getting stroked by his cock, and that sends hot pictures into his head. Meanwhile, you're undergoing all this urgency, all this slippery commotion, and it's affecting you. Getting pumped steadily for five, ten minutes will do it. Your pussy's highly impressionable to the rhythm, the textures, the pressure, the hardness. Your sense of touch migrates to that part of your body. You might be cushioning his chest with your tits, or have your legs wrapped around his hips, but it's your pussy that processes all you're experiencing. The fact he's getting caught up in the turmoil, and that he's about to explode, nourishes that impulse." She shivered, then went on. "You're shaking beneath him, hardly breathing, holding onto him, but unable to sustain a grasp. His cock is sliding in and out of you at a maddening rate, fighting for deeper encasement. At this point, you can't be bothered with any roughness on his part. You want to cross the finish line. That dick is running through your sopping wet lips, pumping you frantically, igniting a fire. The longer it fucks you, the stronger the urge, the more intense the pleasure. You reach a point when you can't get enough-you want more and more, fucking him right back, sending him a hot pussy to stick. You're out of air and burning with fever, reciprocating like hell, when-it happens."
"You cum?"
She nodded. "Count on it."
"Whew!" I said, sitting back in the chair. "Sounds like quite an ordeal."
"You ought to try it."
I shrugged. "Maybe I will.. . "
"I swear, Heather, you're throwing away some of your best years staying a virgin. There's nothing like a man. Nothing compares to getting a stiff cock on a regular basis." She gave a wicked laugh. "I can pass on a slew of tips, too. Getting a guy hard is a trip in itself. They love it when you're creative. I can give Luke a boner without even trying."
I was tempted to enlighten her about having that same talent, but thought differently. Nothing would be gained from raising her ire. "You mean, you have to.. .inspire him?"
"It depends on who wants it more. If he does, then it's his job to put you in the mood." She winked at me. "A little tongue action goes a long way."
"You mean-"
"Let him suck you. His spit will keep you wet, especially when he's ready to fuck."
My sister dished out worldly wisdom in big, heaping scoops. I didn't needed another pearl dropped, that was for sure. "Thanks for the info. It certainly clarified things and put them in perspective."
Judy wasn't fooled. "You're scared shitless. You're afraid his dick is going to hurt."
I played innocent. "Why would I think that when I haven't found somebody?"
"You will. Take my advice, honey. Get it over with. Sometimes, the first time can be very exciting." She paused, then snapped her fingers. "Hey, I almost forgot. Can I borrow your car?"
"Huh?"
"I dropped mine off at the garage and they don't think it'll be ready until tomorrow."
"Can you drop me off at work?"
"Sure. It'll be on my way. You'll have to get a lift back, though. I've got all kinds of running around to do." She batted her eyes flirtatiously, trying to get on my good side. "I hope it won't be a problem."
I thought about my rendezvous with Luke. The prospect of going through with it disturbed me. Deception wasn't one of my strong suits. "I suppose I could ask somebody at work."
"Is it okay?" she prodded.
Danny suddenly burst into my head. Oh, God-what an opportunity! The perpetual gentleman, he would offer assistance at the slightest hint. My insides began to churn excitedly. I knew at that moment, Luke wasn't the one who'd be getting my cherry.
"I realize this is an imposition," Judy mentioned after a moment's lapse.
"No, there's no problem whatsoever. Sure, I'll lend you my car. I'm glad to be of help."
"You're a doll," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek.
And you're a lifesaver, I thought silently.
CHAPTER THREE
Work moved at a painstaking pace. I thought I was going to go crazy while waiting for my shift to end. Danny was in a quiet mood all afternoon, barely uttering a word. I figured he had had another row with Eileen and anticipated more of the same when he got home. The prospect of reopening their spat obviously left him disturbed.
A steady flow of customers and the bustle of paperwork afforded me an excuse to procrastinate. I wasn't so worried about asking for a ride as I was about revealing my hidden lust for him. In my mind, I foresaw polite rejection, perhaps honorable, but rejection-nonetheless. Given Danny's nonchalant outlook, he would most-likely be flattered at my show of affection while declining it. My declarations wouldn't be subject to ridicule.
I studied him with a discerning eye. He was still very desirable to me. Those broad, manly shoulders tapering to a muscled buttocks dominated my conscious thought. I kept seeing my thighs fasten around him, pulling him into my cock-hungry snatch. I reevaluated the comments Judy disclosed, contemplating how it was going to feel having Danny in my cunt. Dwelling on it got my panties damp. I didn't want to prolong those reflections, believing I would only make my intentions more obvious. Danny might be naive, but he wasn't stupid. That dewy-eyed, "fuck me" expression was instantly recognizable-and one to avoid.
The thought of seducing him, however, wouldn't subside. I shivered in expectation, yearning for that unforgettable event.
When the last customer left and I concluded the close-out sheet, I glanced at him and prepared to request that crucial ride. He was ensconced in entering sales figures into the computer in anticipation of transmitting them to headquarters. Those large, thick fingers tapped gently on the keyboard. I kept imagining them on me, weaving their spell, making me hotter by the second.
"Danny?" I called to him.
He gestured for me to hang on a minute before hitting the action button. Danny, a perfectionist, wanted to review the numbers one last time before sending them on their way. When the screen displayed a message about the file's destination confirmed, he returned his attention to me. "Sorry. What did you need, Heather?"
"I was hoping you could give me a lift home. My sister borrowed my car-hers is being repaired."
He smiled and nodded. "Glad to." His concentration was promptly poured back into the transmission process.
His agreement did pose a small problem: would Eileen be awaiting his arrival at home? Was this really the best time to launch my seduction? But when would be more opportune? Danny's schedule was unvarying, rarely fluctuating.
In ten minutes, the shift would change and other employees were scheduled to take responsibility for the station and mini-mart. If I didn't proceed tonight, while my courage thrived, I would never go through with it again.
The phone rang two minutes later. Danny took the call while printing the confirmation receipt of the transmission. His expression became tense within seconds. I knew instinctively, Eileen was on the line.
"What are you doing there?" he demanded after listening to her opening comments. "That's ridiculous. I'll be home in a little while. Jesus, there's no reason for it. I'll go pick you up." He tolerated a few more moments of her vicious remarks, then resigned himself to what she had in store. "Fine. See you tomorrow." He replaced the phone, shaking his head, then noticed he had nabbed my attention. "Sorry, Heather. She and Chrissie are staying over at her brother's. Says she is enjoying her visit and doesn't feel like driving home. I guess I'm better off."
A plan formulated in my mind. Danny had no grounds for being home at all. Nobody was expecting him. If he returned several hours later, his absence wouldn't be noticed.
I was careful not to exhibit my delight. If Danny had a hunch of what I might try, he might withdraw his offer.
Inside, my body hummed with enthusiasm. Waves of stimulation extended to every pore. That hot, frantic sensation that pestered me the previous night ruled my groin. My pussy perceptibly tightened, knowing it would at last be filled by the man I longed for.
Fred and Joyce reported for work immediately following that intrusion of fate. They didn't have a clue about Eileen, nor my ride home. Naturally, Danny was too preoccupied to mention anything illuminating, and his truck was parked in back away from prying, astute eyes.
My plan proceeded along a steady course.
The truck provided intimate enclosure. My temperature climbed shortly after slamming the door and positioning my thigh close to his. I couldn't help spotting that remote quality in Danny's face. Eileen's torment was taking its toll on him. He probably concluded that nothing could be done to satisfy her.
That did not deflect him from intercepting my willowy, gorgeous legs as I crossed them. That first spark of acknowledgment-and perhaps desireentered his mind. My close proximity began to affect him. The isolated glimmer in his eye took focus.
"So, Heather," he mentioned, his voice deepening by several octaves as his large hand enclosed the gear shift to back the truck out of its space, "what's been happening with you? I'm always keeping you in tune with things at home, but I never hear much about a, er, boyfriend."
"There haven't been too many," I revealed. "I guess I'm not attracted to guys my age."
"Oh?" His brow went up. "Why is that?"
"I guess I prefer mature men." That comment intrigued and possibly encouraged him. I caught the frequent glances at my thigh, as well as the one that traveled to my ass and saucy tits. It was as though he had finally observed aspects about me that were previously discounted.
We were at our first traffic light. Three more followed down the road, then two stop signs before arriving at my apartment. I had to expedite matters if I was going to get him.
With calculation, I uncrossed my legs and spread them apart. The shorts I had on were short and tight, revealing the shape of my mound. To heighten his interest, I caressed my thighs, publicizing their smoothness. I wanted to instill in his susceptible mind how much pleasure he could have getting between them and rubbing himself to my soft, damp center.
The atmosphere in the truck became highly charged. I largely felt lust emanating from his body. His eyes continued to flash at my hot legs. I knew my tits weren't as huge as other women, but I did present a sumptuous package.
At the station, I had always appeared as the eager little helper, the sweet girl-now I was the vixen, the minx.
"You currently don't have a boyfriend?" he asked.
My lips curved. "Is that so difficult to believe."
"You're a pretty girl. I can't picture you without a date."
"Why is that?" I giggled, setting my hand on his thigh. The gesture might have been taken lightly, sewn into our conversation, if his Adam's apple hadn't rippled upon contact. I knew my feathery caress bore a powerful impact.
"I'm sure there are a lot of guys who would be tickled if you consented to going out with them."
I shook my head. "I haven't received that many invitations."
He grinned. "You should."
"Do you think I'm attractive, Danny?"
He was caught off guard by the question. My fingers drew circles on his blue jean-clad thigh. The underlying tremors did not escape detection-nor did his tense expression. The patterns I sketched were electrical; even I became woozy from them.
"I take it you don't," I teased, at the lack of his response.
"I didn't say that," he croaked.
I slid my anxious body closer to him. My thigh was now flush with his. He received full benefit of my tingling presence. I included his arm in my sweeping nuzzle. Feeling him, I experienced a surge of juice seep from my hot crevice. My pussy constricted at the thought of wrapping itself around him, prepared to hold him in the tightest vise.
"Tell me," I whispered seductively. "Do you like me?"
"Of course, I do," he declared. "I always have."
"I like you, Danny," I murmured, drifting over those muscles and enclosing them in my tremulous grip. "I always have." With that, I went in for the kill: my hand fluttered to his groin. I didn't make it to his cock, but grazed the innermost section of his thigh.
Danny applied the brake. "Jesus, Heather-"
"It's okay," I panted, then licked his ear lobe. His resulting shudder told me he was ill-equipped for that maneuver. "It's okay."
We pulled over to the side of the road. The street was dark, concealing our actions. He quickly shifted into "park," then turned to me.
"What's gotten over you?" he hoarsely demanded.
"You."
"Huh?"
I resumed my grope of his body. I slid my hand into his shirt to sample the arrangement of muscle.
He looked seared by my touch, unable to combat the flurry of passion it elicited. To my dawning satisfaction, I noted that he did nothing to stop me.
"I've been attracted to you since the day I started," I confessed. "It's taken me this long to drum up the courage."
"I never suspected-"
"I know. I kept my intentions quiet. I was afraid you'd spurn my advances." I streamed down his massive chest, through the patches of hair, then delicately fondled his crotch. I encountered something partially hard shifting in his pants.
"Get a hold of yourself," Danny warned weakly. "We shouldn't let this happen."
"Why not? I've wanted you forever. I've spent nights laying awake, thinking about what it would be like to sleep with you."
He swallowed roughly. "You have?"
I continued to massage him while I talked. Danny maintained a fierce attachment to his physical responses. He demonstrated exceptional discipline, even while I strived to rupture it. "I've been frustrated. Anybody I've even thought of dating doesn't compare with you. Everyone I've measured comes up short. I want the real thing. I want you." I rubbed his flaccid equipment, trying desperately to infuse it with life. My fingers wound under his balls, then up the area I designated as his shaft. No growth seemed to occur. "Don't you want me, Danny? Haven't you thought about what it would be like?"
Danny started shaking, fighting the bustle of stimulation. "You don't know what you're saying. You're much too young, Heather. You've got a whole future ahead of you, with plenty of men in it. Better than me."
I shook my head. "Nobody else has warranted a second glance. Please, Danny. Don't hold out on me. I want you so bad. I've ached for you." In light of the reigns he tightly held on his control, I opted for added inspiration. Rather than squirming beside him, I threw my leg over his and settled onto his lap. Heatedly, I rubbed my mound to his crotch, frantically attempting to communicate with the man inside him. I let out a sigh of contentment, positioning myself on those solid thighs. I peered into those dark pupils while skimming his chest with the edge of my tits. This afforded me the chance to appeal to him in a special manner. Each bounce of those firm globes was a shock to his system, causing a slight flinch. "Nobody has to know."
The tension in his features increased. "Are you doing this because Eileen's not home?"
I nodded, then reached for his mouth with my lips. I pressed hard, thrusting my tits at him. He trembled more than ever, negotiating with his conscience. His hands had yet to tame my wriggling ass. His cock, however, stiffened a bit more; I felt his shaft stir against my damp mound. The friction between his blue jeans and my silky panties created quite a fire.
"Let me give you what your wife hasn't," I pleaded, grinding against that alterable section. The scent of my starved pussy was inevitably being smeared onto his pants. "It'll be great. And it's what I want, too."
"Jesus, Heather, I'm old enough to be your dad. I'm forty-seven.. . "
"I'm nineteen, and eager to have you." The age discrepancy wasn't an issue; Danny's powerful, rugged body was every bit appealing as someone twenty years his junior. In this obscure lighting, his virile appeal was heightened. His years of vast experience further excited me. I wanted him to teach me how to give pleasure.
Having a young, eager virgin throwing herself on him had to be a stunning blow. I couldn't blame his faltering; I came on strong. My mound was smashed to his crotch, shifting back and forth, trying to summon a reply. Minimizing my passion, however, was a tall order. Sexual gain was my objective. I'd waited and rehearsed this moment in my mind so long, I was drenched with need. I wouldn't relax until he fucked me.
I elected to accelerate matters. In a rush of passion, I lowered my mouth to his vulnerable neck and sucked-not enough to leave a bruise, but to signal the man in him. His skin, flecked with sweat, provided a riveting, salty taste. "Mmmmm," I purred, nibbling on his susceptible flesh. While doing so, I slipped my hand inside his shirt and located his nipple. I rotated my digit until he stiffened against that instigating pressure.
"Christ," he gasped, overwhelmed. He compressed the air from his chest, then surrounded me with those husky arms. Prolonged neglect of his physical needs led to his gradual surrender.
I rubbed my crotch feverishly to his groin. This time, he made no attempt to thwart its invigorating influence. His cock twitched and dislodged, then expanded slowly against my inflamed pussy.
"Yes, Danny," I sobbed, applying myself to him, craving that functional part of him. "Let me have you. Please. End my frustration. I want you badly."
His nipple was transformed into a pebble by my wiggling tip. He had no recourse but to accept the swirl of inspiration I provided.
I seized the top button of his jeans and ripped it open. My patience was totally exhausted. Urgency fueled my veins. I had trouble unzipping him; Danny's cock was so swollen, it challenged the strength of those metal teeth. I managed to sufficiently yank it down so I could free his hard dick. I couldn't tell at this point how big it was since I was sitting on him.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, choking with desire.
I nodded, swallowing with difficulty. A lump formed in the base of my throat, precluding speech.
His truck might not have been the ideal spot to stage my deflowering, but I was far too aroused to suggest a change of venue.
Danny slid back in his seat, affording me ample room to mount him. Hunger beamed from his face. He submitted to the appetite I harbored, ready to satisfy it.
I pulled back his briefs and gasped. Oh, God, he was huge! I thought Luke was enormous, but Danny was far superior. His cock stretched through my fist, thick and extensive, standing considerably from his zipped opening. The longer I stroked him, the more anxious I became. That hot jittery sensation in my pussy was pronounced to a larger degree. I couldn't imagine fitting the whole thing in my cunt, but knew I would try.
Danny perceived my sudden panic. "I don't want to hurt you."
He had taken my frail form into consideration. Danny was big-boned, teeming with muscle. Handling me would require infinite care-particularly at the height of excitement. "I'll be okay." Having arrived at this delicate juncture, I wasn't about to retreat. My fingers slid down to my sopping wet panties. I was so juicy from sitting on his lap, there was no hesitation. I peeled back the section that covered my pussy. Once Danny saw the damp curls, I identified the rush of desire. "You can see how much I want you."
"Yes," he croaked.
There wasn't time, nor room to remove my panties. I guided his stiff cock to my sluiced crevice. His shaft throbbed in my hand. I squeezed him, reassuring him of my yearning to have sex. When I inserted him into the moist space between my cunt lips, he quivered.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it?" I whispered.
He nodded.
I was seized with palpitations. It felt remarkable massaging myself with his swollen cock bulb. I moved it back and forth, purring at the exhilaration that pumped through my veins. I enjoyed the rich, giddy feel of him as it rolled over my sluiced flesh. When I arrived at my clit, it was as though electricity crackled. Ohhhhhh! He disbursed a potent charge. My enlarged button was quite receptive to his eager cock; enclosing that entire thing almost seemed too delicious to accomplish. I didn't think I'd ever recover after this. I filed every second of unraveling bliss away for later perusal. "You'll never have to beg me, Danny. I will give you this any time you want."
I swung toward him, surrounding his hips with my velvety thighs. My body, though smaller and fragile, looked lusciously compatible with his larger, sturdier frame. Seizing his shoulders, I lifted myself over that tremendous cock, then pushed down.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" I cried out as his bulbous head sank into my cunt. I was unprepared for the initial shock of cock in my pussy. His thickness pushed the walls of my snatch to their limit. The degree of hardness was also a splintering surprise. I excited Danny significantly.
"You okay?" he gasped, sticking out of my squirming cunt.
I nodded. "It's better than I dreamed." I put my chin on his shoulder so he wouldn't see my contortions. My tits rippled against his chest. I was determined to handle the pain like a woman.
"Tell me if I should stop," he muttered.
I smiled. That phrase would never leave my lips.
Danny cupped my ass, then guided me down his shaft. He elevated his hips and pushed his dick through my slippery cunt. "You sure are tight."
"Ohhhhh," I whimpered as he entered me. There was so much of him to absorb. My pussy devoured his cock as though it were a lavish treat. "Ohhhhh."
"Heather," he gasped, shaking as he went into my cunthole. "Oh, Heather."
"Yes," I moaned, discerning his rapid approach to my cherry. I moistened every section he enclosed. My fingernails dug into his shoulders. I bit my bottom lip, struggling to take more of that cunt-stretching shaft. Although I was quite nervous about admitting this excited part of Danny, I kept in mind this thing belonged to him. This huge, penetrating object was attached to the portion of his body that received pleasure. Furnishing him uninterrupted joy spurred my descent. I wanted to encase every inch of that big dick and give him a fuck to remember for all time. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh!"
Abruptly, his' bloated crown met with my maidenhead. I braced myself for a major ache.
Danny froze, then grabbed me by the arms to face him. His features were strained. "Jesus, Heather. Am I taking your cherry?"
"Yes," I whined, tightening around his cock.
"I didn't realize-"
"I know," I spoke in hushed tones. "It was my decision. Don't worry about it."
"But-"
I silenced him by jerking downward with my hips. The tip of his cock bordered my virginity, then eventually broke through. Pain shot through me as I plunged to his balls. I clenched my teeth, stifling the agony. Owwwww! It was exactly as Judy had described, lasting several fragmenting moments. I polarized my emotions, resisting the reverberant sting. Danny removed that barrier that stood in the path of our achieving total bliss.
"Jesus, Heather," Danny groaned, going deeper into my cunt. "Oh, baby. I didn't know. I swear."
"Shhhh," I whispered, rocking my pussy to his cock until he was fully embedded. I didn't stop for a moment, converting the sting I sustained to rhapsody. "I wanted you to be the first."
He clutched my ass and dragged me to him. "I hurt you, didn't I?"
"No," I lied, smiling. "It was incredible."
My admission wasn't entirely false. As our union lengthened, my physical grief waned. There was no sign of distress. My cunt was juicy, sliding up and down his hard cock, hungry to receive more. I held Danny's abounding excitement fast between my legs. I rose and fell, enjoying the lush feel of his solid dick. The most intimate parts of our bodies were joined, and it was heaven!
Danny's eyes glazed over as I studied him in the moonlight. His head rested against the back of the seat, trying to observe my sensual movements, but getting caught up in the delicious turmoil of my slick pussy. I coated his manly shaft with my love juices, gliding over it with my puckering lips. Ohhhhh.
Judy was correct: nothing compared to a man. No finger could reproduce the satisfaction I obtained. The delight I manufactured through private jiggling paled at what Danny generated. His brand of pleasure was phenomenal.
The windows of Danny's truck became steamed from our heavy breathing. I could hear the ecstasy through the wet sounds our connected flesh made. I stared down at my pussy as it lunged forward to ingest his thrusting dick. His shaft extended from his pants and disappeared into the division of my pussy lips. The necessity of pinning that section of material was gone; his abundant thickness pushed aside my panties to get to that juicy cunt for total absorption. Ohhhhh. Sweat poured from my nipples as I rocked atop his lap, submitting that tender receptacle to consummate his pleasure.
"I never realized how much you wanted it," he muttered. "Or how good it might be."
I undulated at the height of arousal. "Did you ever think of me like this?"
"Maybe for a second. But you always seemed too young."
"The span of our ages never entered my mind." I sank onto him, enjoying the feel of him in my snug cunt. His cock reached deep into me, plucking the wind from my lungs. I moaned as I accepted every inch into my pussy. "Ohhhh. I love it."
"Let me make it better." He brought his large thumb to my clit and stroked it. Happiness I had never experienced soared through me. He worked it up and down in conjunction with his spearing cock.
"Ohhhh," I whimpered. "More. Please."
He massaged me to greater effect, rolling over my swollen love button, leaving a trail of sparks. His masculine touch thrilled me to no end. His technique couldn't have been duplicated.
Danny didn't halt there. He cradled the back of my head and steered me to his mouth. Our tongues met instantly, coiling about each other. Mmmmm. Our kiss launched fireworks. I trembled in his passionate embrace, surrendering to him.
His thumb was unstoppable. He jiggled me until my very foundation was rattled. I moaned down his throat while he pumped me with his cock. Each thrust caused my satisfaction to build. I humped him frantically, wanting to get him off, yet understanding I would soon cum. I craved nothing more than to feel his jism spurt into my pussy in the midst of his intense contractions.
I felt his balls shifting beneath my squirming ass as he fucked me. Their solid composition foretold of their bubbling mass.
He worked me up, kneading my clit with his thumb. My brain swam on a sea of fire as I yielded to the storm he engineered. By the time the tremors in my loins gathered, he, too, was quaking.
Danny didn't release my lips. Our mouths were pressed together, feeding off each other's oxygen. My supply was nearly depleted when the spasms took possession. My thoughts were scrambled, off kilter. There was no possibility of avoiding their onslaught. At the height of their assault, I jerked back and cried out.
"Oh, God!" I whimpered, cumming. I lost control. Danny imprisoned me in his arms, driving his cock into me whole. I felt the brunt of his turbulence as he fucked me with complete abandon. The urge to fill my pussy with his dick was more than he could withstand. "Ohhhhh!"
"Oh, Heather," he groaned in my ear, pounding all of himself between my legs. He rammed me with all he had, forcing my pussy to take the brunt of it. "Oh, baby. It's been so long. I can't help myself. I'm going to cream."
A barrage of fireworks exploded throughout my body. I couldn't digest one sensation without another immediately chasing it. It wasn't one orgasm, I later realized, but a chain reaction of them, a debilitating sequence. Danny triggered a deeply seated yearning that powerfully surfaced.
I jerked wildly on his lap, absorbing the force of my physical greed. Never once, however, did I forget the enormous cock my pussy contained.
When my vision cleared and I gazed at Danny, I found his staying power had expired. His rugged face was mired with sweat and quite contorted as he erupted in my cunt.
"Uggghhh!" he roared, injecting me with hot cum. "Ugghhhh! Uggghhh!"
I felt the warm, creamy collection gather in my pussy. I writhed on his lap, welcoming its deluge. That squirting sensation, in connection with his marred features, amplified my satisfaction. Watching him shudder from the pleasure I supplied him with was an erotic high.
When his orgasm ebbed and he settled into a more serene frame, I leaned forward, brushing him with my nipples, and darted my tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," I said, feeling his cum oozing from my pussy. His discharge easily flooded me. The amount he spewed was substantial. "That was the best."
He sighed. "It was better than that." He gazed at me in disbelief. "I must be dreaming. I never thought I'd have a chance like this. I figured my days for getting pussy were over." When his sight was fully restored, he gazed lovingly at me. "Sorry if I got too rough; toward the end, I really lost it. I can't remember ever losing control like that."
I giggled. "I'm glad you did. Hey, let's go to a motel."
His eyes popped open. "Where?"
"We can't go to my place. I don't want my sister knowing anything; and we can't risk somebody discovering us at your house."
He exhaled softly. "You sound like you had this planned."
"I knew it was inevitable." My lips returned to his neck and sucked. His resulting quiver confirmed his overflowing desire. We mutually concluded that nonstop sex was in order. "And I must admit, you exceeded my expectations. I don't think any other man could top what you did for me."
He grinned. "You have nothing to measure that performance with."
I considered the few occasions I stumbled upon Judy and Luke. Although he appeared to satisfy her, I doubted what I just enjoyed with Danny could compete. "They say the first is always the most memorable."
"I hope I made it good."
"It's not over yet. Let's get ourselves a room at a motel so you can teach me more."
CHAPTER FOUR
I waited nervously in his truck while Danny paid for the room. In some respect, I felt cheap. I prevailed upon Danny to get us a place where he could fuck me. The entire course of our relationship had shifted. Would we ever be able to work together at the station and not feel the pressure of intimacy? My mind refused to venture in that direction.
He returned with a key in hand and a guilty expression. I could tell deception was not a normal occurrence in Danny's life. His dick, however, must have been still twitching in his pants, for he was determined to carry out my wish to have more of him.
Several times, I wanted to communicate that what had happened wouldn't decay into a tawdry affair, that I genuinely hungered for him and would settle on any terms he dictated-but those words never made it to verbal form. Lengthy explanations tended to kill one's mood, and I didn't want anything to spoil tonight's magic. I remained silent, anticipating his lead.
Naturally, the room was small, murky and contemptible. I felt like a whore upon entering it. If I'd come with Luke, those labels would have been justified. Danny's presence and the thread of our mission banished those sour thoughts. My lust and affection for him were so pure they resisted a sordid classification.
Danny's libido began to suffer from pangs of guilt. Our flight of madness in the truck-my sitting on him and demanding he take my virginity-was but a dim memory as the inferior lighting of the room sobered him back to reality. He was weak, having gone without sex in months; my willingness to provide him that elusive thrill disturbed him. Taking a young woman to a motel for illicit purposes furthered his remorse. The troubled lines on his face told me that story.
He was quick to enter the bathroom and wash up. I'm sure the residue of my deflowering was his main objective. I couldn't blame him for wanting to rid himself of the evidence. He seemed slightly relieved upon returning.
I switched on the television. "Why don't you relax while I clean up?" I cheerfully suggestion. I deliberately wanted to take the weight of fucking me off his shoulders.
He mutely nodded, attempting to consign his attention to some second rate comedy program. His drifting stare alluded to his lack of success.
I had to admit, his tortured mood touched me. Danny was a decent,and sincere person who didn't subscribe to a hedonistic lifestyle. He was the exact opposite of Luke, who wouldn't have taken my feelings into consideration while busting my cherry. Danny was conscious of my soreness and maintained a semblance of control almost until the end. He demonstrated tenderness throughout the act. Luke would have pounded me into senselessness, figuring rough sex excited me.
I resolved to be more giving in our physical exchange. Danny's needs would come before mine.
I showered away the remnants of my punctured virginity. My skin bore an Ivory soap scent. I re-administered some perfume I had stashed in my purse to erase some of that antiseptic aroma. A teasing amount was devoted to my pussy for additional incentive.
When I emerged wrapped in a towel, Danny renewed his acquaintance with my luscious flesh using a keen eye. A glimmer of desire resurfaced. My thighs were every bit as slender and delectable as they had been in his truck. The towel hugged my tits in a tantalizing fashion.
Cognizant of his stare, I drifted over to the bed and sprawled my long, slim form. The arrangement of my legs and arms were designed for his express pleasure. I made myself open and available, yet without the overpowering fervor I displayed earlier.
Danny got up from his chair. His Adam's apple rippled as he digested my magnificent sight. Once again, I assumed the role of virgin in his mind.
I welcomed him into my arms. He didn't take long to respond to my heated kiss. My pussy grew moist instantly, ready for another round of his joy-bestowing thrusts. Enduring his starvation had been heaven itself. Although I still ached from having impaled myself on him, I was prepared to submit to whatever form of pleasure he desired.
In our previous bout, I had been the aggressor; now Danny sought that distinction. From the fluent placement of his hands and mouth, I assumed he wanted to navigate. I volunteered my services, putting my body at his disposal.
After our lips separated, he pulled up to ogle my lush nudity. The knot in my towel was undone. A smile took shape as he studied my tits. My nipples were at full leaf, distended for his indulgent suck. He let out his tongue and lapped them several times until they tingled with his saliva. Ohhhhhh. Circling with his tip, he traced luxurious patterns aimed at shortening my oxygen intake. I shuddered beneath his rolling tongue, pulsing with joy. I received a definite impression he longed to perform this on a woman-any woman-who would lay still and bask in its splendor. Surrendering to his oral worship was not difficult. I loved every lip-catching, tongue-stirring second.
After he traversed the billowy contours of my tit, he fastened his mouth over the nipple and sucked me to sweet distraction. I shivered and writhed, moaning deliriously. Verbal expression was trapped in the pit of my throat. I couldn't get past the lump that developed at its base to relate my ecstasy. My joy was total.
"Ohhhhh," I murmured, fondling his head. I caressed his ears, then proceeded to grace his jawline.
Danny was unstoppable. His appetite for oral sex amazed me; sucking my tits wasn't its sole illustration, either. Following ten glorious minutes under its imperative stroke, he traveled the length of my shivering body, leaving a stream of hungry kisses, until he arrived at my dense thatch. It was there that he rendered his art. His mouth covered my quivering flesh, then his tongue split my mound in half. He scooped up that first sample of my cunt juices and gulped it down. I barely heard him above my labored breathing. I tensed all the muscles in my body, then strained to meet that delightful tip. Ohhhhhh! It was indescribable.
"You taste like honey," he grunted, availing himself of further slobberings. A young and eager woman had the most exquisite flavor in the world as attested by his gratified expression. He cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me to his mouth, then dipped into my juicy squish with his tongue.
My breath came up in choked gasps. My lips dropped open to emit the stale air from my lungs, only to replenish my oxygen supply with one ragged intake after another. He licked my pussy in a hot, titillating manner. Oral sex had been a mystery to me; I'd never considered its capacity to enthrall. Some of the girls I knew claimed the men who ate them didn't have a clue as to what they were doing, and faked orgasm; what they received from the incident sufficiently excited them. Let me tell you: there was no faking it with Danny. When his tongue extended into my succulent recesses, my savage shaking was genuine. The pleasure that hummed through my body could never be the product of my creativity-and I don't think Danny would have been fooled, either.
He fucked me with that knowledgeable tongue. In and out it sawed through my nectar-rich crevice, gleaning me of my natural lubricants. My snatch tingled from his expert lap job. He circled my dew-saturated lips, culling the tangy fluids, then swallowed them with the most ecstatic look.
I recalled Judy's description of a pussy having "a thousand fingers of sensitivity" embedded in its walls. Her characterization was accurate. Those invisible fingers were held high, glowing from Danny's weaving tongue. Exhilaration of the highest quality permeated my groin, then radiated to every nerve point. Ohhhhh.
He was engrossed in sucking my pussy, his rugged features intent. My ass sizzled in his grip as he elevated me to his hungry mouth. I bit my bottom lip, then clenched my teeth as he sank his tongue into my cunt. Having been subjected to that monstrosity between his legs, I found his tongue to be another talented appendage. Not only did its awesome sweep inflame my senses, but the application of his hot saliva to my fiercely receptive snatch cut my sanity short. I curbed the impulse to bury my nails into his shoulders as he slurped me to heavenly distraction. He cleaned my pink flesh, attending to the fresh flow of love juices that seeped from my agitated crevice.
"Oh, God," I moaned, pressing my head into the pillow while receiving those well-executed lashings. "Ohhhh! Oh, Danny! That feels so good. Yes, please, keep doing that."
My small, slender thighs flanked his bobbing head. He descended voraciously upon my snatch and went about devouring it with an insatiable thirst. I couldn't follow the movements of his tongue-they were much too varied and vivid for study. He demonstrated an enduring hunger for young, juicy snatch.
I ran my fingers over my erect nipples, jerking wildly as I ignited a stream of sparks. My flesh was highly flammable, responding to his ardent probe. My tits were sensitive, bursting with sensations I had never experienced. I was at the steepest level of arousal, suffocating with lust.
Each exquisite slurp, each mind-numbing lick was a revelation. The longer Danny sucked my pussy, the more decisive I was about our belonging together. His hunger for a cunt to eat was just another example of how starved he was for sex. Eileen obviously denied him his marital rights; little did she realize that there was someone who wanted to appease that frustrated side of him. I pledged to do so without the attachment of strings. I would never make Danny feel obligated to me. His undivided happiness was my key objective.
From here on, I was devoted to him. For as long as this aspect of our relationship existed, he would unconditionally receive all the pussy he wished.
I was bombarded with new reverberations as he licked the sap from my sluiced lips. That shivering flurry left me parched for more. His attention to my clit, at this point, was minimal. I soon realized why he saved it for last.
He snaked around my swollen button, awakening each and every cell beneath its glistening surface. I weathered a noticeable shortness of breath as he swirled about in spontaneous configurations. His style was unparalleled to anything I had ever known. His audible gulpings had me shaking. When his luxuriant lashes began to include the sides of my clit, I tensed. It was as though I'd been scalded with a branding iron. Ohhhhh! I hadn't anticipated that searing charge, that burst of madness.
Danny took care in not instantly zeroing in on my tender love button. He was observant of the fact my background in this field of pleasure was virtually nonexistent; therefore, his introduction of it was meticulously rendered.
I bundled my tits together, aligning the nipples so that they could be encompassed by one hand. I squeezed that torrent of passion that collected inside me, contributing to my base urgency.
Danny curled one last time around my clit, then darted flirtatiously at it. "Mmmmm."
My hips shot up, only to be pushed down with his tongue. He licked me thoroughly, priming me for his next assault. Seconds later, he slashed across my quivering bud with his saliva-rich tip. The result was shattering.
"Oh, God!" I cried out, ill-equipped to process that feverish uproar. "Ohhhhh." I cupped the back of his head, returning him to the source of my joy. I encouraged him to repeat that infusion of ecstasy.
Danny lapped that sensitive part of me, soaking it in his spit. His tip seemed to cling to its side with each successive whip. He anchored his mouth to it, then unleashed a suck that made my brain scream. Harder and harder he puckered, affording me a toe-curling thrill. He siphoned the tangy juices from my pussy while attached. His growl of contentment could barely be heard over the din inside my head.
God! I couldn't get enough of it! A heartbeat after this conclusion was made, I spasmed in his face. Ohhhhh! I bucked and howled, cumming like a blubbering idiot. That orgasm precipitated another, which started a fresh bout of depleting contractions. I was a limp doll thrashing in his clutches when he finally detached his sappy lips from my cunt.
Danny, drawing a hoarse breath, seized my magnificent nudity in his hands and delivered my wet pussy to his mouth. He did this with repetition, sucking me continuously. When he wasn't administering that unforgettable suction, he was entering my pussy with his pointed tongue to drain my excess juices. Getting fucked by that probing tip proved an excellent ploy. He got my hormones blazing hot. More than ever, I wanted to have him on top, burying his cock into my sopping pink flesh.
My pupils curved up into their whites and my lips trembled, then expanded to emit tiny screams of elation. My heart raced to the point of danger. My hips snapped around his face, shifting convulsively at his methodic dabs. Ohhhhh! He lit a fire between my legs that only intensified.
Danny recognized the bliss I received getting my pussy licked and seemed to dedicate the needed resources to perpetuate that thrill. My euphoria seemed to accentuate his.
Those fiercely intense feelings he generated with his tongue were intolerable. I grit my teeth and blew out stale air as he slurped me to new heights. My cunt juices oozed in replenishment, but were no match for that sweeping tongue. The hot lashings across my clit promoted that endless tingle speeding through my body. My choked moans prompted Danny to fuck me with his tongue, yawning through my hot squish with one lancing followed by another. My honeyed cunt lips were lapped clean. 'As my flesh buckled beneath the exquisite administrations of his tip, the urge to cum again resurfaced. I knew better than to fight the fruit of Danny's labor. I gave myself over to it, surrendering to it in a tidal wave of passion.
Danny must have sensed my urgency, for his slurps increased into a series of nonstop whips. Grabbing the headboard for support, I elevated my succulent mound for his benefit and braced myself for that riveting charge. Hot pulsations rocketed through me. I twisted and sobbed, then felt that blinding flash of sensation that unearthed my telling wail.
"Ohhhhh!" I yelped, letting nirvana seep into every pore. I jerked wildly, unable to dislodge the rummaging tongue that gained purchase of my sopping pussy. Its savage vibrations magnified the ones it precipitated in my loins. Even at the apex of my satisfaction, his wriggling beat did not relent. He drank the excitement that bubbled up from my throbbing cunthole.
"Mmmmm," I heard his stern, masculine cry, then felt his breath filter the insides of my thighs. He gripped me tighter, giving my cunt an exhaustive licking. The demand I ferreted in his grip informed me of his compelling hunger.
I didn't recover from orgasm for quite some time. When I thought the spasms tapered off, another chain was activated. I was a quivering wreck, my sanity tested to the extreme. Danny's every action was amplified by my mind and stimulus; my body's reception to him was the most potent form of chemistry in existence.
I thought I would have to survive another round of his cunt-lapping talents, but that proved not to be the case. He detached his mouth from my lust-ravaged pussy and unfastened the button to his jeans. I saw the bulb of his erect cock emerge from the elastic rim of his jockey shorts. The way his long, thick shaft bulged inside his underwear made my mouth water. Dipping inside to retrieve it, I watched him pump that magnificent thing with his fist. He had to be ten, eleven inches long, I breathlessly wagered. I knew it would be infinitely better inside my pussy after having undergone that oral warm-up process.
"Are you ready for me again?" he whispered hoarsely.
Holding my arms out to him, I nodded. My legs unclasped, inviting him inside. "Yes," I moaned, sliding a hand over my soaked mound and giving it a passionate squeeze. "I want to feel you in my cunt."
He stared hungrily at me as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. I jumped up to lend assistance. I wanted no shielding, no obstructions that kept our naked flesh from touching. I nibbled on his mouth, then tongue, as we opened that shirt, then hurriedly discarded it. I also helped tug off his jeans. All articles, including his socks, were removed.
His chest expanded and contracted as he contemplated my young, available flesh. Our first coupling, though exciting, had been awkward; I felt prepared to give him the kind of fucking that left a lasting impression.
I caught the cellophane wrapper he extracted from his pocket. He fumbled with the rolled up item before he brought it to the tip of his cock, then began covering his length with it.
"You're not going to wear a rubber, are you?" I murmured, disappointment welling up in me.
"Have to, baby," he mentioned, sliding it in place. "We can't take any chances of getting you in trouble."
I appreciated his show of concern, but I didn't want to feel synthetic skin pushing into my pussy. Barriers meant a reduction in total gratification.
He steered his sheltered cock toward my moist crevice. The second I felt that artificial surface, I flinched. No, this would not fly, I thought-not by a mile.
I seized the edge of that thing and tore it from his cock. Danny swallowed heavily as it snapped off his dick.
"What are you doing?" he gasped.
I cupped his muscled buttocks and dragged him closer. "I can't enjoy it without stroking your bare skin. Please, don't spoil it using that thing. I want you, Danny-and I'll take responsibility for any repercussions."
He shook his head. "It's for your own protection."
"I don't need protecting from you, Danny." I wrapped my velvety thighs around his hips, positioning his pulsing cockhead at my soaked entrance. "Please. Just fuck me. Fuck me, Danny."
When he skewered my juicy lips and was exposed to its intoxicating warmth, his protestations dissolved. I pinched his buttocks, encouraging him to continue his gradual slide into my hot pussy. My sharp exhalation and resulting mewl provided the necessary incentive.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, taking his massive bulk into my juicy center. "Oh, Danny. Ohhhhh."
His features tensed as he extended his cock into my sodden clutch. "Jesus, Heather-you're so tight. Christ, that feels good."
His steady push compressed the air from my diaphragm. I was in no shape to utter another syllable of encouragement. The recessed membranes of my cunt quivered with joy as his dick lumbered past them. I could feel the skin of his cock getting snagged by the fluttering walls of my pussy before he rammed it through. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Danny had such a big one, it took my breath away. Fitting him into that narrow enclosure prompted hot reverberations in my loins. I shivered as my pussy swallowed him whole.
Danny's massive chest was cradled by my tits.
He placed the brunt of his weight on his elbows as he stationed himself between my legs. Once again, I arranged my thighs around him, positioning him for easy entry.
For a moment, I didn't dare move. Accommodating that big dick restricted my activity. His full erection accounted for a tremendous pressure in my lower region. I moaned, feeling it stretch far into my cunt. His balls grazed the tender section of my thighs.
Danny's hand drifted to my face. He traced my jawline with infinite care, then drew me to his lips. I welcomed the exploration of his tongue, even with it carrying my husky flavor. I had never experienced the taste of my pussy, but did so as our tips entwined. His tongue danced intimately with mine. He sucked my air supply in dizzying increments, then, when I became captivated by our oral play, began pumping me with his cock.
I shuddered as I felt that woman-pleasing shaft plod through my juicy tissue. Danny fucked me slowly, letting me relish his thrusts. In our first session, the act had been rushed, frantic; he longed to savor the union of our bodies in unfolding splendor.
I opened myself to him, receiving that stiff cock with a sigh. Ohhhhhh. He filled me so completely, supplying the missing piece to a perfect picture. I loosened my seal just enough to let that bone-solid dick slide in and out of my soaked pussy.
"Is it better this time?" he muttered.
I nodded emphatically, then hugged him. "Much." My answer merged with frenzied utterances as he dug further into my pussy with an enthusiastic swing of his hips. "Ohhhh. Oh, Danny. More. Fuck me. Fuck me good. I love the way it feels."
For several uninterrupted moments, I basked in the heat of his desire. His heart thumped wildly as he held me tight to his aroused body. His pulse similarly accelerated when I checked his wrist. I caressed his powerful forearms, reveling at the impressive muscle that flanked my shivering flesh.
The thickness of his cock invariably hooked my clit as it ground back and forth. Unsurpassable bliss evolved from the rhythm he effected. There was no dodging its onslaught as he saw through my hot squish. The carry over from those half-dozen orgasms bubbled up from my juicy depths. I writhed beneath him, seeing paradise unfold before my eyes.
The cheapness of our motel room dissolved in that moment. It was a beautiful oasis for us to share this luscious encounter. I was reconditioned to believe we did, at that specific moment, exist in heaven.
I felt Danny's deep groan of satisfaction as he pushed into my cunt as far as he could. Even if I hadn't heard him, the glazed shadow over his features alerted me to his physical enjoyment.
Seeing him take pleasure from my body was as much an erotic rush as being on the receiving end.
He clutched me to him, trembling. "Oh, Heather. Oh, baby, it feels so good. Ahhhhh. I want to make it the best for you."
Being in the arms of an older man seemed vastly more gratifying than someone younger. I had many opportunities to get into bed with other men, but none of them summoned the supreme lust and the ability to fulfill as Danny proved. More than ever, I was pleased with my decision to surrender him my virginity.
"Ohhhhh," I cried out as Danny rammed into me. His surge of passion caught me off guard.
He quickly refrained. "Are you okay?"
"Don't.. .stop," I whimpered. "Please. It feels too incredible."
To certify my statement, I cupped his buttock and pushed him into me. His cock sank with shivering precision into my wet pussy. Without straying from that area, I broadened my reach to include his balls. Danny blinked, then launched into a slow, thoughtful pump. His slower tempo still afforded me ample pleasure.
He fucked me with nice, easy strokes, not wanting to inflict pain. I tried to reassure him with my soft purring that he needn't hold back, that I could take it, but he refused to shoulder that responsibility. Knowing he would not deliberately hurt me reinforced my level of comfort with him. I felt secure in his arms-and ready to do whatever was necessary to make him happy.
Danny's hands progressively ventured toward my tits during our sluggish linking. I watched as those thick, lengthy fingers arrived at my erect nipples. When he communicated with them, I felt as if singed by an electrical charge. It was as though his fingertips carried a potent spark.
"Ohhhhh," I sobbed, abruptly twisting. "Ohhhh."
Having gotten that reaction, he pursued my stiff peak. He massaged my nipples with his thumbs, keeping a captivated eye on me. I shivered as he disbursed those lazy, indulgent gyrations.
"Yes," I moaned, shoving my pussy and impaling myself on that penetrating cock. My movements were uncivilized, an extension of my frustration. My groin slammed to his, my cunt sealing the base of his dick with a quivering crimp. "Ohhhh. Oh, Danny. Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
My erotic chant, integrating with my abandoned fluster, put him on edge. He reared back and plunged hard into me, then, discovering my joy at his swell of recklessness, repeated that disorderly stunt until we were both panting for air. That big dick sawed back and forth, stirring up a deep-seated commotion. I gave him something wet and snug to jam himself into, listening to his grunt of satisfaction as he charged into it.
"Oh, Heather," he groaned, squeezing his whole dick into my juicy cunt. "Oh, baby. I'm going to shoot."
"Yes. Cum in me. Please."
"Want me to pull out and shoot on your stomach?"
"No. I want you to jizz in my pussy. Please. I want to feel you squirt inside me again. I love that sensation."
He gripped my shoulders, then methodically dragged me to him, slapping my inner thighs with his balls. I had gotten so moist from fucking him that my pussy made loud, squishy sounds. We both heard his cock sliding in and out of my excited cunt.
"Oh, Danny," I said, moaning under him, feeling the impact of that hard dick. "Ohhhh. I'm getting so close. Keep going. Bring me with you. Ohhhh."
He made a concerted effort to have me join him. I saw his features tense as he restrained the urge to explode, thrusting wildly into my trembling snatch. That woman-pleasing shaft rapidly penetrated me, scraping against my inflamed clit. After a few strokes, I was well on my way. Danny was sensitive to my fulfillment, servicing the demands of my body.
"Ready, baby?" he croaked, his face turning red.
I nodded, at the foothills of ecstasy.
He fucked me good and hard for three solid minutes, carrying me over the threshold. I enclosed his hips firmly with my thighs, then, with my eyes rolling up into their sockets, I experienced another depleting high. I bucked and writhed, clinging to him, powered by an energy that surfaced from my molten core.
"Ohhhhhh!" I screamed. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh!"
Danny wrapped his muscled arms around me and smothered my orgasm-ridden body with his. His face was marred with contortions as he discharged himself into my cunt. "Arrgghhhhh! Arrgghhh! Ugghhhh!"
I nearly swooned from the intensity of my climax. Once again, Danny activated a chain reaction of orgasms, rattling me into senselessness. My pussy pumped and contracted around that enormous cock, experiencing one enduring spasm after another. Before tonight, I had never known myself to have this ability.
"Ohhhhhh!" I sobbed, convulsing beneath him. "Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhh!"
My buttocks shot up from the mattress and pushed his spurting cock further into my cuntal recesses. I stroked his dick with my seizure-prone walls, forcing it to acknowledge my perpetuating pleasure.
Danny stared down at me in wonder, as though he couldn't understand my excitable reflex. Surely he realized I wasn't faking it. Multiple orgasms weren't easily conveyed with such breathless fury-particularly by a virgin.
When those hellish spasms finally abated, I settled in his comforting embrace. Our lips brushed several times before I regained my composure. I was soon aware of the flood Danny created in my pussy. His cum oozed from around his semi-hard cock, which was still in my cunt.
"If we never have this again," he whispered, "I'll always cherish what you've done for me."
I giggled. "What about what you've given me? I love it. I don't think I can do without it."
He shook his head. "You're so young. There are millions of guys that would give their right ball for the same chance."
"I don't want them, Danny. Only you." I squirmed beneath him, stirring a new fire. My pussy squeezed and taunted him, urging him to grow to full-length.
"It won't always be so easy to sneak away," he warned. "We're accountable to other people."
"We'll find a way. We'll make it happen. Again and again." I moved my hips, nurturing the flow of stimulus in his body. My cunt was inundated with his juices and mine; I had the benefit of the best lubrication. "The hardest thing for me is going to be keeping my hands off you. Do you think you can constantly service an oversexed young woman? Think you can handle my hungry snatch?"
He swallowed roughly, pierced by my glowing expression.
"I don't think I'll be able to get your cock out of my mind," I went on, luring him back into the mood. "I'll want it in my mouth, or my pussy.. .or maybe we'll try my ass. Yes. I want to experiment with you, Danny. You'll show me how it's done. You'll teach me. And I'll learn." I grabbed him with my pussy muscles. "Mmmmmm. Yes, I'll enjoy every moment of it."
Danny's cock twitched, then elongated in my pussy. "You're going to wear me out."
"Not a chance. You want it as badly as I do. You'll never experience rejection from me. I'll give you pussy whenever you want." I jerked myself around his stiffening shaft. "I couldn't deny myself the pleasure it gives."
Danny groaned in low pitch as my ravenous walls enclosed his swollen cock. He closed his eyes, then, without opening them, started to pump me.
I lay back, relishing his fuck power. We had a long night ahead of us, in which sleep might be a luxury neither of us would have.
CHAPTER FIVE
I awoke sometime before dawn. The dream I'd had wasn't nearly as sweet as the sight of Danny sleeping beside me. I was afraid to touch him and spoil that perfect picture. Mmmmmm. I probably averaged two hours of rest, and felt like I could conquer the world.
Danny's assertions of being "too old" for me were groundless. That man had the stamina and virility of guys my age-but with experience to back it. My needs were always addressed first. He maintained command of his urgency while in the throes of ecstasy. Hurrying wasn't Danny's style; he was also fixed upon my receiving a progressive stream of pleasure, too. If there was even a hint of monotony on my face, he switched positions. Our bodies suffered every conceivable arrangement to gain maximum satisfaction. My guttural sighs served as confirmation that the correct one was uncovered.
My hand drifted over my pussy. I was deliciously sore and a virgin no more. Danny's cock had certainly left its imprint. I had absorbed him so regularly in the last eight hours, I didn't think I could stand. Movement brought a sweet reminder of his impassioned thrusts, his extension into my hot pussy. The strength of each orgasm boggled my mind. No acting had been involved; Danny genuinely thrilled me, driving me to the limit of my sanity at the conclusion of each session. He caused every cell in my body to shriek with delight. The few times he pulled out after cumming, I felt a bothersome void between my legs; fortunately, that cock returned to my pussy to provide it another sample of shimmering heaven.
I did not attempt to explain why the sex had been great. I let it suffice that months of sleepless, aggravated nights and pining for him had produced that powerful result.
A moment later, he stirred from slumber. His hand searched for me, and when I wasn't within reach, his eyes blinked open. A smile curved my lips, in addition to a ripple of delight. Already, he had grown accustomed to having me in bed with him.
"Get back here," he insisted, adjusting to the flood of light that filtered through the blinds.
Obediently, I slipped beside him. Those muscled arms encompassed me in a hot squeeze. The electrification I sustained when my nipples made contact with his solid chest was enough to induce wetness. I thought we had fucked ourselves out, but found we were revitalized through rest.
He gazed at me as though to reassure himself I wasn't part of a delicious dream. The satisfaction I brought him went beyond his comprehension. I detected both his delight and wonder as he navigated our erotic journey. He had mentioned numerous times his not understanding why a nineteen-year-old virgin would choose him-a man of forty-seven-for her maiden voyage into sexual gratification. He half-expected me to set conditions upon my pussy, but as I continued to make that loving part of me available to him, he deserted that opinion. I lived out my fantasies through each cunt-filling moment. Danny showed his appreciation through tenderness and patience. I gave him an outlet that provided him relief-an outlet that existed between my legs.
"You're incredible," he admitted. "That is, besides being sexy and gorgeous."
My fingers swerved through the roughness of hair on his thighs until I touched his balls. I studied his limp cock, which now flickered in response. It amazed me how large that thing got, and the fever it instilled. Keeping my hand off of it would be difficult in the future; I wanted all he had.
"Hungry?" he asked in a suggestive tone.
I nodded.
"Is there enough there to satisfy your appetite?" He moved his thighs apart, then slid his knees forward. That tempting hunk of man flesh was submitted for lustful consideration. He lifted his hips in invitation, baiting my impulses.
He knew better than to tempt me in that fashion. I felt the heat of his yearning as he reached for my face with his groin. I knew, from the tenseness of his mouth and his searching eyes, that he wanted me to suck him. It was one of the few things we hadn't done yet. Every time he had erupted, he pumped his cock with his fist, getting himself all primed, then stuck himself back into my seething cunt.
Blowing him had been in the back of my mind. I wanted to suck that big thing into my mouth and control his excitement, but Danny needed for me to stay on my back and receive his hot, hungry thrusts.
Whether I would be able to swallow that large cock was a separate matter. The one thing that spurred me on was the fact Eileen probably never offered her husband that kind of relief.
I leaned into the space between his legs, thrusting my tits. They brushed the insides of his thighs intentionally. I sighed as my soft, billowy flesh grazed his hard sinew. The bristle of hair made my nipples stiff upon contact.
"You didn't answer my question," he murmured.
He put his hand on top of my head, then applied pressure. I was steered to that mouth-watering shaft. I surrendered to his flight of lust. I let him smash my cheeks against that pulsating skin. Mmmmm. I wriggled my lips against his burning flesh, then brushed his balls with my cheeks. He seemed to grow larger as I wriggled my lips and tantalized him with my curious fingers. I clutched his cock, starting at the tip and weaving my way down its length, urging him to expand. I felt, as well as heard, his intake of breath.
"How does that feel?" I inquired.
An exquisite grin dawned on his face. "Wonderful," he groaned.
I continued with my stimulating travel. He was heavily strained in my fist. God, I loved how big it got when Danny was excited.
I'd sucked cock before-it was the only form of sex available for a virgin to give. I'd practiced on my two former boyfriends. Although those relationships didn't last, I became proficient at giving blow jobs. Those immature cocks were nothing compared to the hulking size I now grasped. Danny's thing was much more challenging, much more thrilling to experiment with.
"Stroking you is nice, but wouldn't you rather have my mouth on it?" I teased. "Can't wait until I grab it with my lips, then take you into a hot suck?"
He expeled long and hard. "Yeah."
He was anxious for my tongue to slobber him. He ached for those fully, lazy licks I was sure to give his cock. No-it was to neither of our advantage to delay the heat of the moment.
I slid my hand over his swollen cock, trembling. The bulge of his equipment made me sopping wet.
I quivered at the thought of sitting on him. If Danny had anything left to give and his dick could remain hard, I planned on catering to that base whim.
I didn't prolong his torment unrelentingly. I pushed his cock out with my thumb. The bulbous head was peeking at me from the side. I gave it a juicy kiss.
"Mmmmm," I sighed, puckering my lips.
"God," he groaned, tilting his head to the cushion. His fists were clenched. He elevated himself, reaching for me with his dick.
I covered that angry tip with my lips and flicked at his cumhole. Danny took a deep breath, preparing himself for a long, steady suck.
"Lick it," he grunted. A night of having unlimited pussy instilled some much-needed confidence. "Lick it, Heather."
"Mmmmm."
"More, take more into your mouth."
I was about to silence his demands with a few more teasing licks, but Danny would not have his command ignored. He clamped my head and worked the upper half of his cock through my smug lips. I had no choice but to let him fill my mouth. The bloated crown hit my roof, pulsating madly. When I couldn't take another inch, he crammed the excess down my throat. It wasn't his intention to hurt me. It was just that the urgency that raged through him dominated his senses. I gulped down that sweet cock, then worked it with my lips. I took him in hot, gulping sucks.
There was so much to swallow. I relaxed my throat muscles and eased his shaft into my throat. Its wild pulse was a total thrill.
He knew it would be good-swallowing cock I did with great confidence. Oral pleasure was my crowning glory. I wanted to give him the best head he'd ever had-if he'd ever had any. I took gratification in sucking him to climax. He appeared to receive that indication from the clasp of my cock-loving lips.
"Yeah, Heather, suck my dick. Suck on that thing, suck me hard and deep-make it big with your mouth. Oh yeah, feel how solid it is-pump it with your lips. Rub the slick skin of my cock up and down, baby. I'm throbbing in your mouth. Christ." He threw back his head, overcome with ecstasy.
A night spent with me taught him not only to speak his mind, but physically show what he craved. Phrases he wouldn't have normally used rolled from his tongue as readily as they did mine. These were deeply felt expressions, things we needed to say to one another to bring our pleasure to its next gleaming level.
I gave him pleasure with my mouth. I sucked on his cock until I stole his breath. I smothered his pulsing man flesh with my hungry lips. My thrill for his swollen cock was mumbled against his saliva-slick skin.
He watched as it went into my mouth-my tongue flickering at his cockhead-then shuddered as I exhaled softly over his well-sucked cock. I used plenty of saliva on him, oozing with want.
My hand drifted to Danny's thigh. I caressed his hair-dusted flesh in slow, emphatic swirls. I felt his tremors answer my feather touch beneath the contour of muscle. I encouraged him with soft mewls and a subtle shift of my tits so that they grazed his fingertips.
My tits rubbed against his thigh as I vented my hot, anxious breath on him. I felt him grab my ass as I moved down, stretching myself across the bed.
He coaxed me with fingers, stroking my excited mound. The moisture in my pussy increased as he dug into it. I moved in a frenzy, urging him to insert his finger. I wanted it inside me, fucking me with deep strokes. Danny was alert to my need, for he did just that. He slid his hand between my thighs and clutched my furred pussy.
"Ohhhhh," I murmured, squirming. "Yes, squeeze me, baby, make me juicy."
I was so fraught with excitement, I couldn't contain it. My warm, clinging mouth returned to his cock. The slurp of shivering saliva made him jerk.
"Yeah," Danny grasped, exhaling with a shiver. His muscles tensed, then he sank on the bed.
Involuntarily, Danny inserted his finger into my pussy. I moaned as he sliced through my hot squish, plunging his digit several inches through my sluiced cunt lips.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, Danny, finger fuck me, Danny," I wailed, shaken. Blood pounded through my temple. Our bodies shivered electrically upon contact. I spread my legs wide for him, urging him to finger me deeply.
I put my lips dangerously close to his swollen head, blowing a stream of warm air onto the sensitive skin. My tongue then darted from my mouth and began stroking the bulbous tip.
"Oh, yeah, suck on it," he gasped, watching his dick extend from the inside of his shorts to my open mouth. Now that my lips were on him, he didn't have quite as much control. "Oh, Heather, ahhhhh, take me whole."
I encircled the tip of his cock slowly, tracing the outer edges of his head. Then, I drew my tongue along one side of the base. Quickly, I caressed his balls, then moved back to the head. Finally, I parted my lips and sucked him deep into my throat. As his dick entered my mouth, my tongue never stopped working. I licked and sucked, using my tongue and lips to provide him with the ultimate pleasure.
"Eat it, Heather, take it down your throat."
"Oh, yeah, I'll eat it." My tongue slid along the back of his shaft, licking up to the head, then around the tip. The muscles in his body rippled as he slid back into the bed. I knew I was giving great head from his physical response. I made sure my tits rubbed his legs, letting the friction pull back my top so that the nipples snapped free.
"That feels so good, Heather," he groaned, his mouth dropping open. A low, resonant moan came from the pit of my throat before his cock smothered it. I knew I was driving him out of his mind. My tongue lapped every inch with tender loving care.
"I want it to be good for you," I whispered huskily while working feverishly on him. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want it, badly." I thrust my tits at him, unwilling to leave his cock. My nipple brushed against the wiry hair of his thigh, its heavenly vibrations sending me into a hot quiver.
As my lips continued to suck him, my tongue lashed over his throbbing hardness. He tasted good to me. I moved around his head in wet, stimulating circles. His dick fdled my mouth. I had to stretch myself to accommodate his whole shaft when I ventured to the pulsating base. Madly, I thrust my face between his trembling thighs.
Danny rewarded my efforts with more tantalizing finger-fucking. He pumped me thoroughly with his digit, rending me with pleasure. He made me moan as he jiggled through my slippery slot, tickling my clit. I closed my eyes and let the joy seep through my core, deep in my womb. My flesh stirred with the pulsing waves of sensation.
With his other hand, he let the backs of his fingertips graze my tit. He spread his fingers and let the hard pink nipple flutter between them. He caught the hardened bud in a scissors grip and rubbed the swollen nub with his thumb.
Meanwhile, I murmured softly and ate his cock. I made sure his balls received lustful attention. I coated them with saliva in long, luxurious sweeps of my tongue. He shivered as I made them wet.
"Keep on sucking. Oh, yeah, suck me, lick my dick, suck it all."
I gulped down a breath of air and raced my tongue back and forth along the underside of his dick. My lips fastened like a tight rubber band around the neck of his hot erection. I took him all the way to his trunk at a quickening pace, rising and falling as I gobbled his length: grasp, slide, suck.. .grasp, slide, suck.
"Jesus," he grunted, his head rolling from side to side as he attempted to absorb the flood of sensations that assaulted him. "More, give me more of that hot tongue. Flick it all over my shaft, swallow me."
I was deliriously fucking my face with his stiff cock. My lips slipped over him in a tight lock, feeling his dick's wild beat. My hair whipped at his lap, thrashing his legs as I sucked him with total abandon. I made him shake as I ate his cock, the tremors in his flesh felt through my compressed lips.
"Jesus, baby," he groaned, dragging huge gulps of air, "come sit on me. Now."
The urgency in his voice broke me from my sucking stupor. I quickly pulled my mouth from him, leaving a web of spittle that trailed from my lips to his throbbing cock. I took a brief moment to assemble my thoughts, then straddled him. Danny sat back, gripping his swollen member in his fist, urging me to mount him. He was hard and ready for me. A strong pull of desire drove me. I pulled back the lips of my hot pussy, then lowered myself to his engorged tip. Once we had it nestled within my juicy clench, I sank down on him.
"Ohhhhh," I whimpered, taking him into my cunt, "I wanted that big, throbbing mass inside me."
"Yes, yes!" he gasped, throwing back his head as he went up into my horny snatch.
"Oh, God!" I screamed, unable to hold back. It felt so fucking good. Danny was huge, throbbing. He filled my tight cunt with his bone-solid cock. I grabbed his shoulders for support and began bouncing savagely on him, lost in the ecstasy of penetration. The full sum of his lust was felt in that initial plunge. I worked him in inch by inch. His dick slid in and out of me, his balls smacking my butt. I slammed my pussy down on him, taking him deep. The feeling was always indescribable. "Fuck me, Danny, fuck me good. I love your dick. It's going to make me cum so hard."
"Ride me, Heather," he grunted as my pussy lips snapped up his cock. "Christ, go, baby, go. Ride me, I want you to ride me hard, spread those legs nice and wide and give me that snatch. Uhhhh, uhhhhh, yeah."
"It's so hard," I moaned, pressing my cunt down on him. "Your cock reaches so deep, it goes in so far, ohhhhh."
"Slide up and down my dick, baby, uhhhhh, up and down that big cock." He lunged his groin at me, sinking more of that incredible shaft into my cunt. Seizing my ass and anchoring his fingers into my soft flesh, he dragged me high and lowered me down. "Come on and fuck me, baby, stroke me with that hot pussy."
I arched back, elevating my pointed nipples. I was intoxicated with pleasure, its waves coursing through my system. I let him soak in my slippery heat before whipping my hips into a frenzy. I stroked him with my clinging pussy lips, snaring his throbbing cock in a succulent grip. Gritting my teeth, I swung my pussy at him, taking his dick with a steady force. My hips rocked harder, urging him to respond. Danny did with a few thrusts towering into my snatch. I threw my legs even further apart, shaking. God, I loved the way he fucked me: nice and hard! I was breathless, feeling the full thrust of his cock as it pulsated in my cunt.
Danny released my ass, drawing my sweaty flesh toward him in a powerful embrace. He covered one of my nipples with his mouth and took it in a voracious suck. I felt the nibble of his teeth, then the tip of his flickering tongue. I began gyrating my hips, moving in circles against his mouth, imploring him to suck harder.
"Keep your mouth there," I pleaded, quivering. The lustful heat in my pussy made me bear down, devouring his upright cock with tightly gripping strokes. "I love the way you use your tongue, Danny. You know just where to go, how to get me off."
He kneaded my other tit while he ate my nipple. There wasn't a sensitive spot left unattended. I felt totally fucked, sitting on his hard-on. I was climbing, soaring from everything he did. I wanted it to last forever.
"Fuck me, baby," I murmured. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
I felt his full cock inside me, pushing deeper and deeper into my hot squish. He picked up my ass, then dropped me onto his stiff dick. He thrust hard and deep in my belly. There wasn't room for anything but that stiff, probing cock. It was that last, satisfying plunge that put me over the edge.
"God," I shivered. "I'm cumming, baby, ohhhhh, I'm cumming!" Naturally, it wasn't just one orgasm, but a string of them. I endured that battering sequence, my nipples flicking sweat at his heaving chest. My reaction to him was virtually the same when excited to this magnitude. "Ohhhhhh!"
Danny sank back into the pillows, raising his crotch high. He stared at me, flinching, as he endured my rough spasms. Gut-wrenching growls then emptied from him as he pumped hot cum into my pussy. The sight of me creaming on his lap was more than he could absorb.
"Do you think we can sneak away every once in a while?" he mumbled, looking up at me.
"I'll do whatever you want."
"We'll have to be careful. If Eileen ever got wind of this-"
I smiled. "I would never put you in that position, Danny. I care too much for you."
He sighed. "I'm a lucky man. Whew. You sure fooled me. I never would have pegged you for the type who went for this kind of action."
"I'm not, Danny. You're the reason I'm like this. Everything we did was for us, for our pleasure. I'm not planning on a binge now that I've gotten some. I only want you."
My message was received loud and clear. "I suppose I shouldn't keep harping on it. You've voiced your feelings-and I've sure taken advantage of them."
"You'll never take advantage of me, Danny. Everything you've had, I wanted to give."
"You sure have a powerful reaction to me."
The thought of those multiple orgasms curved my lips. "I know. That should prove how much I enjoy being with you."
He couldn't help glancing at his watch. "Hey, we'd better clear out of here. I've got to be at the station for the shift change."
I dismounted him, but not without feeling sore. "Ohhhhh. Not having you inside me leaves me wobbly."
He laughed. "If we had more time, I'd try to assist in the matter."
Knowing his sexual energies didn't easily flag was another motive for enjoying him. It didn't take much for Danny to resuscitate. His cock got stiff at the slightest provocation.
I slipped into his arms. "We have to find a way of slipping away together tonight," I murmured. "I don't think I could handle the moonlight without you."
"We'll see what we can arrange," he said, pleased his services were in demand. "We'll see."
Danny dropped me off at the apartment. We kissed for ten straight moments, reconfirming our affection for one another. I ascended the stairs of my building, floating on air. I was deliriously happy. Working at the station would be more exciting than ever. The sexual tension would lead to some sizzling predicaments.
Danny left me with a tingling, lasting sensation. I could still feel the pressure of his cock in my pussy, ramming me into orgasm. Ohhhhhhh. I was going to give him another sample of my tight and slippery love. If it were possible, I'd drain him.
I was quiet upon entering. The apartment was quiet. I was unsure if Luke had stayed over, and was unwilling to face him. I didn't want to invent lies about my whereabouts, or why I didn't meet him.
The door to Judy's room was ajar. For some reason, I couldn't resist the impulse to check. Sure enough, I saw Luke laying in bed, ostensibly asleep. His arm was thrown over his face and the snarl he concealed told me he did not wish to be disturbed. His body was half-covered by the sheet. One leg was up, the other stretched out.
Judy was sprawled on her stomach, looking fucked-out. Whatever drills Luke had put her through, she must have exhaustively completed. Her plush ass was still in the dawning light. Her sensual features were at rest, numb from the contortions they undoubtedly displayed.
Luke mumbled in his sleep, then threw an arm over Judy. She seemed too worn to respond. His soft breathing grew a bit louder as he pulled himself awake. Before I could leave, he saw me. His eyes centered upon me as though presuming I had been there all the while. I made no attempt to retreat at the door, riveted by his stare.
A strong look crossed his face, followed by a knowing smile. Slowly, he moved his thighs apart to show me what I had missed. His semi-hard cock signaled to my wanton roots.
I swallowed hard, calling up the differences between him and Danny. Though they were of two distinct sizes, Luke snared my attention. I couldn't shed my curiosity for a moment.
He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and lazily tugged at it. He seemed to be priming himself, as evidenced by the steady rhythm he effected. I watched his dick get stiff from persistent manipulation. His focus on me-my shocked countenance-was the kindling he required to instigate his fire. Soon his cock was at a full stand, stretching from between his legs.
He let me savor the sight of his erection before reaching for Judy. He caressed the smooth crescents of her ass, invoking a stimulating pattern.
"Hmmmm," Judy sighed.
Those large, sturdy hands dragged her naked flesh to him. She was remotely aware of his attentions from her soft lament. He pulled her on top of him.
"You want more, baby?" she whispered, half-asleep.
In lieu of an answer, he clamped his hand over her head. It was so large it encompassed half her skull. He pulled her to his face, his expression serious. His tongue went into her mouth as he took her in a deep, passionate kiss. After a moment and lack of oxygen, a flood of stimulation put an end to her struggling. He was feeling up her tits-thumbing the nipples-and then stroked her mound. She melted.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She should have guessed Luke would not let himself be denied-nor would she purposely disappoint him.
He rolled on top of her. His erect cock was pressed into her snatch. She was trembling with lust. If he put that thing into her, there would be no way of her settling for a quickie. She'd get fucked long and hard.
He wanted me to suffer for blowing him off. He silently insisted I watch and take note. I couldn't reconcile those strange, cunt-tightening feelings that possessed me, but I held my gape of him. Whether Luke was responsible for summoning this surge of desire, or it was carry over from Danny, I was unsure.
Judy spread her legs and wrapped them about his waist. She stroked him with her damp mound, squealing with joy. It ground into her fleshy softness, exciting her with its wild beat. His cock was thick, solid and ready to please her.
He lowered his face between her legs. When that tongue made contact with her clit, she succumbed totally to his need. His initial slurp gave her a visible thrill. It was irrelevant for him to hold her thighs apart-she pinned her legs with her own hands, elevating her hips to meet that saliva-rich tongue. "Ohhhh," she gasped. He streamed over her aroused cunt flesh, lapping it until she was hoarse. She was a shaking, quivering mass of flesh, entirely at his disposal.
His tremors of anticipation were largely perceptible. She felt them as he traveled the extent of her naked flesh, making frequent connection with his lips, hands and cheeks. He gave her lustful worship. Luke emitted horny vibrations. He knew she would cooperate. The necessity to induce her obedience was gone. She was eager to do his bidding.
He glanced in my direction, to determine whether I was eating my heart out. I could do little more than stay rooted in place.
As he got closer to her crotch, she rubbed her cunt slowly. She moved her hips around and around in small circles while peeling back those pussy lips. It was an invitation he couldn't resist.
Luke dropped down between her legs and kissed her outer lips. He traced the gorgeous formation with his tongue, then drove between them and strained to push his flesh as deep inside her as possible. She wanted him to enjoy licking her.
She watched his head move between her legs. She stroked his hair gently, exerting slight pressure on him, wanting him to go as far as he could. As he lapped and pushed inside her pussy, she moaned. Her voice was laced with excitement. "Oh, Luke, that's it, there, slurp me there. Ohhhhhhhh. More, Luke, eat that pussy. Yes, Luke."
Judy didn't have a clue I was stationed at the doorway. She went on voicing her satisfaction as he gave it his all.
Luke had not even pushed the button of her clit yet. When he finally did, taking that tiny, erect bud between his teeth and grinding it gently, she screamed out in pleasure. She thrust her naked hips off the bed and ground herself against his mouth, begging him with her body to stay with her.
"I'm cumming, baby, ohhhhh, cumming!" Her words tumbled out, almost incoherent. She writhed and gyrated beneath him, pulling at those solid muscles, slamming herself high into his face. Her cunt was pulsating, the lips trembling and the juices dripping from her slit.
Luke didn't leave her pussy for a second, letting her weakness seep into his mouth. He licked hard, encountering tension as he extended his tongue as deeply as possible into her contracting snatch. He toyed with her clit and felt the surge of excitement that rushed through her every moment he clenched his teeth around it.
She came with shrieking haste. She shuddered loudly, moving her body with the thrust of orgasm. She opened and closed her thighs around his head, jerking her pelvis up and down, begging for mercy. Luke rode with her, visually astonished at how explosive she became when it mattered most.
He climbed off her and sat on his haunches to observe her appetizing nudity. She returned from her staggering climax, looking as though her brain whirred with ideas of how to please him. She had to sexually reciprocate-Luke had made her cum so hard.
He held his cock and slowly worked his hand back and forth along the length. She watched him with delectation, then lifted herself from her back and put her mouth on his thigh. His flesh was firm, hairy-manly. She kissed him there, then tongued her way up beneath his cock and balls. She caressed his sac, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Her warm lips encircled his sensitive flesh to purposely deliver chills of pleasure down his spine. She was creative with her mouth, just as her tongue had been resourceful. She probed below his balls and stabbed at his anus. She withdrew her roving tip, then began licking his base. She followed the vein up along his throbbing span until she reached the tip. When she arrived at the bulbous cockhead, she lashed it with saliva.
I couldn't believe Judy's technique-so varied from mine. What I'd given Danny seemed trivial in comparison.
Luke trembled as she applied bubbly spittle to this delicate part of him. She heard his sharp intake of breath, then felt his fingertips nervously grazing her head. He wanted to feel her lips stroking his hard cock.
She wanted that, too. She wanted to capture his masculine pride in her hot, oral clench and work him into a frenzy. She parted her lips and sucked him deep into her throat.
As she pulled him into her mouth, she could not keep her hands to herself. She lay spread-eagle on the bed, her fingers working feverishly at her wet pussy. She masturbated herself, thrusting her hips with an even rhythm against her own hands.
Luke could only watch a few minutes of this before he removed himself from her mouth and covered her with his man's body. The sheets rustled around them as they moved into position. Her heart was pounding.
"Let's fuck, baby," he whispered.
She kissed him on the mouth. Their tongues met momentarily. They exchanged passionate flicks, barely suppressing mutual gasps. She reached down to hold his cock. He pulsed heavily in her grip. She guided him to the tip of her cunthole, moving his dick around and around in small circles against her steaming clit. His swollen man flesh wedged into her dampness.
"Inside, baby," she whispered. "I want you inside." She poised him at the entrance, then reached behind his back and helped to pull him inside her. As the bulk of his cock entered her, she moaned loudly. He was cunt-splitting stiff and thick as her wrist. He burrowed into her sluiced passage, filling her fast. She couldn't give him enough space to slide into-he took every bit she offered and looked for more. He pushed that massive thing high into her pussy, dividing the walls as far as they would go. The bulbous head of his cock must have kissed the gates of her womb. "Ohhhhh, oh, Luke, yes, ohhhhh."
"Open that pussy for me, baby," he grunted. "Open up so we can fit the whole thing. Yeah, let it sink into that juicy snatch, ahhhhhh. Let me fuck you with it. Yeah, let me fuck that pussy."
He plunged into her with gentle, easy strokes. I was amazed at the tenderness he exhibited. From his horny disposition, I would have thought Luke to be more aggressive, more swift in impaling my sister. That proved not to be the case. He wanted her to gain equal satisfaction from the experience. She responded to him, matching the rhythm he effected. Wow! I couldn't help getting turned on from watching.
They went at it for a long time, building up the energy and mutual pleasure. They groaned as her cunt lips rippled over his dick with their shivering, moist caress.
She arched her back and brought her pussy up to his driving cock. She sobbed as he buried it to the balls, then dragged it out covered with her hot, slippery juices. In and out he went, fucking her with that enormous cock.
Ohhhhh. I was getting sopping wet, just seeing what he could do. He pumped her for nearly twenty minutes without stopping.
Finally, she pulled away. She rolled over onto her belly and positioned herself onto her hands and knees. Her gorgeous ass faced Luke. He got behind her, bending forward, his cock lined up with her pussy. With one indulgent thrust, he entered her. She collapsed beneath him in a crying heap, tears of joy springing to her eyes as Luke rammed her hard and sure.
"Ohhhhh, oh, yes, it feels so good," she moaned. "More, fuck me, baby, fuck me."
"Sure does," he muttered, cramming all he had into her warm, receptive cunthole. "Yeah, fuck my dick, baby, fuck my hard dick."
This arrangement continued for a number of minutes before she eased herself away from that cock. She looked like she was going to climb on top of him, but before she could mount him, Luke seemed too close to orgasm to change position. He clamped her hips and shoved himself back in. He fucked her deep, getting all that pulsating mass in her tight pussy. That woman-pleasing shaft went in and out of her cunt as though it were about to shoot.
"Are you going to cum, baby?" she whimpered, feeling that stiff cock plunge into her warm innards. "Ohhhhh, are you about to cream?"
"Yeah."
She put her fingers over her clit and rubbed frantically. Electrifying sensations appeared to shaft right through her. "Ohhhhh, hurry, explode in my pussy. Do it, Luke, cream my pussy."
Luke could not control himself much longer. He fucked her as fast and as hard as he could, then reached a point that elicited a low, masculine growl from the base of his throat. They made the bed pitch as he shoved that thing back and forth between her sopping cunt lips.
"Ugghhh," he gasped, his load squirting in her pussy. Ugghhh, ugghh, uughhh."
Judy came, too. Her clit sizzled against her fingertips as she masturbated to a fiery finish. She quivered against his trembling body, letting the spasms consume her.
It looked as though she came strongly.
Luke looked up at me and grinned. He was proud of the physical turmoil he had put my sister through. It was a symbol of what we could have shared had I kept our rendezvous.
I left the doorway, shaken. I wasn't sure if my reaction stemmed from Luke's performance, or if I was just feeling horny from having spent the night with Danny.
I couldn't let another man touch me-not like I'd permitted Danny. What we had was special. My feelings-emotional and sexual-couldn't be converted to another man.
Or could they?
CHAPTER SIX
Danny and I chose another motel for our next night. We could hardly wait to get there, stealing furtive glances at one another throughout the afternoon and into the evening. I knew beforehand we wouldn't be spending the entire night together, but rather a few hours. To have even that much time with him was a treat. I silently vowed I wouldn't complain. Guilt would never compound our situation; Danny had been subjected to enough of that from Eileen. I wanted each tete-a-tete to be deliciously memorable and guilt-free.
Checking into the room was more relaxed, almost routine. I didn't feel cheap, nor did Danny; we were grateful to find a place of convenience. The furnishings were of no consequence; we certainly didn't go there for the scenery.
"What explanation did you give Eileen?" I asked, stripping down to my panties.
"We're doing inventory tonight." He smirked, taking stock of my nudity. "To be quite honest, I could make quite a job of it."
I smirked, indulging myself with a scan of his studly frame. The inferior lighting the motel had invested in bathed Danny in a softer, more flattering angle. The ravages of time were nearly erased from the pale illumination. He actually looked younger to me, and even more sexy-if that were possible. "That could be taken both ways."
I was about to remove my panties, then elected to assign that privilege to Danny. I liked the thought of him undressing me.
The sheets were cool and enticing against my naked flesh. Mmmmmm. They made me feel wanton. I dragged my nipples across them, letting the material catch them. Ohhhhhh. I pressed down with my pussy, too, enjoying the shivering instigation of the bed's crisp fold. I wriggled my ass in answer to the thrill that stirred through me.
My erotic display served to excite Danny. His erection filled the front of his jockey shorts. My mouth watered at the bulge of his magnificent cock and balls. I could hardly wait to get my hands on them.
He climbed into bed, wrapping his brawny arms around me. Positioned behind me, he savored my sweet accessibility. "You don't seem like you'll need too much foreplay," he muttered in amusement.
I snuggled up to him, depositing my little tush in his groin. "Seeing you naked is foreplay enough."
"Jesus, Heather-the things you say."
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to the quiet, innocent girl that worked for me?"'
"You changed her into a sex-hungry woman last night. You and," I paused, sliding my palm over the outline of his dick, "your incredible equipment. I'll never be the same again."
"Never?" he asked, nuzzling my neck from behind.
I shivered. It felt good cuddling with a man. His firm, hairy flesh fitted against mine seemed natural. I took his hand and put it over my tit. I stroked my hair-roughed wrists and forearms. Mmmmmm. Danny was all man.
His thumb grazed my nipple, then actively sought to make it expand. I smiled and sighed. I shifted about, promoting that restless longing that dwelled in my body; very soon, Danny would fill it with his stiff cock.
"I guess I'm like that caterpillar that was just waiting out its time," I purred. "You effected the transformation to a butterfly."
"From moth to flame," he said, rotating my nipple to our mutual satisfaction. He scooped it between his club-like thumb and long forefinger, then brought it to his mouth. His hot, stunning suck followed. "Mmmmm."
"Oh, God," I moaned, writhing in his embrace. I smashed my ass against his cock, inspiring its healthy throb. His dick swelled in size, stretching into the monster I knew. His breathing deepened. He gripped my tits, pulling me closer. His long body curled around mine, endeavoring to bring my hormones to fever pitch.
"You're velvet and silk," he whispered in my ear. "Oh, baby, you're the best."
"Ohhhhh," I wailed, flooded with stimulation.
His arms were bands of muscle. They encircled me with passion. "You can't imagine how crazy you get me. My temperature is flying. I need you. My body needs you."
"I think about fucking you all the time now," I murmured. "All day, I ached for your cock. I felt so weak after you pulled it out. I want you to stick it right back where it belongs."
"Yeah," he murmured, his hand dipping to my pussy. "Let's do that."
He slithered down the length of my body, kissing my titillated skin. I shivered at the touch of his lips-they dispensed electricity. Danny was both gentle and urgent. When he smoothed his face against my ass cheeks, I suspected his purpose. He spread them slowly, methodically. I gasped at the slurp he then took of my anus. I wasn't prepared for that tickling sensation, nor the probing of his tip.
"Oh, Danny, Danny," I moaned. A warm quiver of anticipation engulfed me. What we were doing seemed taboo, yet fun. "Oh, God, yes."
He fucked my ass with his tongue. I knew he was making it wet for a reason. Spit was sent about to moisten the entrance for something quite larger.
The exhilarating flicks he disbursed were a revelation. I wanted all I could get of them, all I dared receive. I knew, ultimately, this glimpse of heaven came with a hefty price tag.
Danny took his time in affording me pleasure. He lapped my asshole, then delved lower to include my engorged cunt lips. I had hoped he would have continued onto my clit, but all this loving attention to my butt hole was short-lived.
"Heather, you've got to relax or it's going to hurt," he advised in a low voice.
"It feels so good. I don't want you to stop."
"What you're going to be feeling will please you more."
It was difficult to imagine how enjoyment could be had from packing something as large as Danny's cock into my tiny asshole, but I was willing to try. If it was as fun as having it in my pussy, I might want it on a regular basis.
"Roll onto your stomach, Heather."
I sighed as my face touched the cool sheets. My nipples throbbed against the supple texture. Ohhhh. I spread my legs, then made an effort to loosen myself for him. I wanted nothing to oppose the insertion of his cock.
Danny covered me with his man's body. He caressed my shoulders, running his hands along my sides. His touch was soothing, promoting a total slackening of the muscles. He whispered encouragement, yet the excitement about what we were about to do was building. The wild beat of his cock dissolved any illusions that this was to be a tender session. I craved penetration from him in the worst way possible.
Danny tugged at my panties, slipping them over my hips and ass. I trembled in anticipation as they slithered over my aroused flesh. My cunt was juicy wet, eager to have him. That taut sensation in my groin took prominence. He ran his fingers over my thighs and ass, trailing sparks. Experiencing Danny's touch sparked a fire that threatened to turn into an uncontrollable blaze. My horniness spiked at the thought of absorbing him.
I reached between my legs and nabbed that thick, woman-satisfying cock. I stroked him, running my fist up and down its vibrant length. Ohhhhhh. Groping his dick sent my pulse racing. I included his balls in my manipulation. I scooped up that fleshy sac, reveling at its heavy content. Mmmmm. Danny had replenished his cum supply; it would be my job to drain it.
I supervised the employment of his bloated crown. He coasted smoothly into my moist pink-ness. My palpitations were quickly on the rise. Contact with his manly flesh left me panting for more.
"Ohhhh," I moaned aloud, engulfing his cock bulb. "Ohhhhhhh."
I willed my cunt muscles to tighten about the submerged cock. I created enough pressure for him to heighten his pleasure, and challenge him to fuck through. I suspended the moment, waiting for him to seize it.
His free hand caressed my nipples. I shivered against his hard, muscled body. He fit in me easily. I locked my powerful cuntal muscles around his dick, affording him exquisite tension. He bucked into me in a wild frenzy of rolling hips, dragging me to his horny flesh. His cock was completely surrounded by my slippery warmth.
"Just a little of you gets me thirsty for more," he mentioned hoarsely. "Sinking in your juicy cunt, rubbing your clit, feeding you sensations only my cock can give-oh, Heather, I've wanted you all day."
I sighed in a way that was physically stirring. I fondled his hairy forearm, weaving my fingers through the dense growth. I petted the iron-like fingers that caressed me. I writhed heatedly against the matting of his chest.
After a few moments of this profound communication, Danny's hand traveled to other sections of my body. I lowered myself onto my elbows with a gentle sigh. I was hot to fuck. My pussy lurched to him. I covered that throbbing shaft with my smooth, wet cunt lips. He guided his cock to the remotest regions of my squish. Our bodies were on a hot, spongy collision course. He rammed into me with all he had. The smack of his groin to my butt cheeks said that he wanted to explode relatively soon. I could almost feel him reaching the end.
I held Danny between my legs, reeling at the jolts that movement provided. I was alive with satisfaction. "God, this is wonderful," I said huskily. "Oh, Danny, Danny, Jesus-Ohhhhhh!" I suddenly realized how excited he got me. I lunged with abandon, hoping to get him to shoot. The thrusts of cock and his urgent gasps informed me he was close. I increased the mobility of my snatch, trying to subdue the fireball that was in his cock.
"Fuck it," he grunted. "Fuck it, work that ass, take that cock. Come on, Heather, keep it going. I'm going to jizz."
I sucked his dick into my snatch. I'm sure he caught sight of my gorgeous lips wrapped around his member. As I slid them back and forth, revealing and hiding that throbbing hard-on, I listened to him groan.
He cupped my tits, treating them to a fulfilling tweak. "Heather, you're so fucking hot."
I thrust my hips up toward it, grabbing his cock. He was ready for me, slamming it deep. I braced myself for its stimulating impact. Ohhhhh! He pumped me good and hard, stroking my insides until I twisted in splendor. I offered him that wet pussy, pitching myself at him with all the strength I had.
"Getting close," he warned. "Want me to pull out and shoot on your ass?"
"No, I want to feel you squirt."
"Yeah. I'm gonna do plenty of that. I'm going to explode in your warm snatch. Heather, ugghhhh, here it comes, baby. Feel me cum-"
He stifled his gasps as best he could, but his strangled cries were heard above the din of my ragged breathing. He shot his load in my snatch. The twitch of his cock was the best part. It gave me what I needed to cum. I closed my eyes and let go. The contractions were sweet and satisfying-and naturally were parlayed into a multiple sequence. I helplessly went from one orgasm to the next, shaking unmanageably.
"Ohhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming with your cock in my cunt."
"Uggghh. Yeah." Danny pulled out, gasping for air. He massaged his cock in his fist, keeping it stiff. "Oh, baby. Uggghhhh." Cum spewed from his tip, oozing down the head, rolling over his thumb.
To maintain heated spontaneity, another position dominated my thoughts. Danny had been the first man in my cunt; I wanted him to be the first in my ass.
I swung my butt back and forth, imploring him to fill it with his big dick. I wanted to gain all ten inches in my dark channel. My thighs were thrown wide. I made no effort to get on my stomach. I wanted him to take me like this-on my knees.
He petted my ass, running his hands over and over the crescents of those cheeks. His touch was electrical. I purred, swinging my suspended tits over the sheets. I hauled my nipples across the texture, receiving lustful charges.
"How would you like to slide your cock into my asshole?" I suggested.
"I can't do that," he said. "It would hurt."
"No, it won't. I can handle it. I want to handle it."
He looked dubious, yet his cock remained fully swollen. I knew he wanted to try, but was afraid of inflicting pain.
"Fuck my ass," I petitioned in a seductive tone. "Put it in my ass and fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
I fiercely nodded.
Danny spread my ass cheeks. He rotated his thumbs in my flesh, parting the puckered hole. I knew that he was contemplating the sensation of his cock smashed in my small, luscious buttocks.
"Don't leave me like this, Danny. I want you to fuck me that way. Come on, let's try it. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know. Please, you've got me hot and bothered. It'll be okay. It'll feel good."
"But, we don't have any K-Y."
My lips curved. "You're still juicy from my snatch." I stroked his cum-drenched cockhead. "Look, you're lubricated. There won't be any problem. Trust me."
Reluctantly, he got up on his haunches. His dick stretched forward, anxious to have a taste of my ass.
He slid the bulbous head into the nook of my butt. He propped it against the crack, caressing the twin fleshy crescents of my buttocks. His dick felt heavy with excitement, pulsating against my sizzling flesh. He pushed it slightly into my tight wrinkled hole. I let out a squeal of joy.
"I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."
"Okay."
Slowly he entered me. I clenched my fists and shook. I sucked air into my lungs. That hard dick bore into me inch by inch. Danny went slowly, but the tremendous pressure he exerted overwhelmed me. My anus split open to admit his throbbing bulk. My eyes widened in amazement at the assault. I bit my lip, then emitted another gasp.
"Oh, yes," I sobbed, receiving a rush.
"Jesus, you're tight. Oh, baby. Christ, this is so good. Ahhhhh."
Although Danny was enormous, his cock felt great. "Ohhhhhh. I love it. Go further. Get it all in there. Yes. More."
"You sure?" He sounded upbeat, as though praying I wouldn't ask him to stop.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhh." There was so much of it pushing into my narrow passage. Danny kept driving it forward, fitting his cock through that clenching hole. I closed my eyes and writhed beneath him, unprepared for the sweet agony of it all. I mastered it, separating myself from the pain so that I would only receive pleasure. The hurt was only temporary, and would give way to a higher form of ecstasy. I focused on that elevated plane while his huge and hard thing penetrated me. "Oh, God, Danny. Oh, yes. Fill my ass with your cock."
"I'm going all the way in," he muttered, extending that thing into my ass.
"Mmmmm, I'm really enjoying it. Come into my snug little ass. I want you to fuck me, Danny. Go in there and fuck me good. It'll be the best. Ohhhhh."
He occupied more of me than I anticipated. His dick reached deep, burrowing into heavenly constriction. He nearly extended to my bowels, feeding me this excited part of his body. After having taken him this far, I felt I would never forget it.
Finally, he was fully submerged. All ten inches was crammed into my ass. He luxuriated in my squirming butt, basking in triumph, then began to pump me. He reared back, releasing some of the pressure he caused, then sent it forward with an enthusiastic surge.
"Jesus, you're tight. Oh, Heather, it feels so good to be buried in your hot little body, prying apart your tiny asshole with my dick. I've got to fuck it and cream in your butt. I want to fill it with my hot cum. Oh, yeah. How does it feel being on the receiving end of my cock? Fuck me, Heather, fuck me with your asshole. Come on, baby, spread those cheeks and let me in."
The constant plunging into my butt eventually made me loose. I bucked, curved and wriggled beneath his pounding flesh. I made it transparent I was enjoying myself. Having banished his concern over my well-being, we settled into a nice butt-fuck. I responded to those penetrating strokes, pushing my ass up to meet his solid shaft. He sank his whole cock into me, cramming the wide base to my quivering pink ring. My eyes bulged, then glazed over. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good when he pitched back and forth, sending that pulsating length through me. My tongue tickled his palm. My dabs were steamy, provocative.
This was more than enough to thrill Danny to the quick. I ground my asshole around his lengthy shaft, squeezing it with my strong anal muscles. My point was well-conveyed.
"Feels good, huh?" He released my mouth.
I let out a soft wail, gasping as he sent his entire dick into me. My soft buttocks absorbed every inch. I held him like a glove, fast and sweet. His groan of approval in my ear turned me on. I wanted it to be good for him. I moved my ass, taking that cock for a ride. I was not accustomed to its jarring fit. It didn't matter. I nursed the smarting ache with my rotating finger. My clit welcomed the attention. It seemed unnatural how wet my pussy got from having my asshole impaled. One would believe I'd be dry, but that wasn't the case. I was drenched with desire, reaching with my puckering anus to capture as much of Danny's cock as I could.
"You really wanted this, didn't you?" he muttered over my shoulder. "You were hot for me to get in your ass."
"I'm hot for your equipment," I sobbed. "Hot for you. All of you. Ohhhhh, Danny-just cum in my ass, cum in me. Please, hurry." My finger moved quickly, efficiently. I was panting. My swollen love button was charged by its massage. I wanted to expedite my orgasm. I wanted to cum while his cock pumped my asshole. My mind and body worked together to achieve that goal.
Danny fucked my butt, giving it to me nice and steady. I wasn't sure if he still considered the possibility of gaining access to my cunt. I couldn't worry about it. I was fraught with stimulating chills. My finger engaged my clit with the most intoxicating pressure. Juice seeped from my crevice. I moaned.
My knees dug into the mattress as I got closer to cumming. I rocked to him, urging him to rush. Squishy sounds emanated from my snatch. My finger whipped faster than ever, sending me into a winded huff. A shower of wonderful tingles assaulted me. Ohhhhh.
"Danny, Ohhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
I jerked involuntarily, totally out of control. The spasms were the roughest yet. Having Danny's cock buried to the hilt in my ass, fucking me while I jiggled myself produced more hot flashes than my brain could process. I went crazy, buckling beneath the plunge of cock. I couldn't help myself-Danny sent me over the edge. I was totally thrilled, venturing from one orgasm to the next.
I didn't know which of my holes was hungrier; both locked passionately around him, urging him to spurt. Danny held fast to me, unwilling to discharge. He smacked repeatedly to my butt flesh, his balls recklessly bouncing. I caused the adrenaline to whip through his body.
Those large hands clutched my juicy mound and dragged me right back to that big, spearing dick. He pierced my anal passage, charging high into my ass. Ohhhhh! He worked with speed, as though his cum was about to rocket from his balls. I moaned as his thick trunk met my anus. I provided a suitable receptacle for that second collection of jism.
"Now!" I cried. "Now!"
He gave me one last slam, then emitted a gratified howl as he pumped his load into my butt. Those hot, gooey spurts excited me, flowing straight to my bowels.
"Ohhhhhhh," I shivered, rubbing my sore clit. "Oh, yes. Cum in my ass. It feels so good."
Without even attempting to disengage himself, he wrapped me in his arms and lowered his orgasm-shuddering body onto mine. We stayed connected, relishing the sweet afterglow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"All right, honey," Judy declared a few days later. "It's time you came clean. Who's the man in your life?"
I was shocked at her expectation for candor. Judy was quick to recognize the purpose behind my lengthy absences, my secretiveness upon returning. "What makes you think I'm involved with someone?"
Her lips curved with satisfaction. "I know that look. There's a spring in your step, a gleam in your eye. You're getting laid, honey-pure and simple."
Labeling my intimate sessions with Danny as "getting laid" didn't seem applicable. I preferred to think we were "intimate;" that idiom seemed less trashy.
Admitting I was having an affair with a married man wasn't going to happen. I didn't want to downgrade the opinion my sister held of me. The-likelihood of getting tongue-lashed for subscribing to a hopeless situation strongly existed. Judy would verbally beat me to death about the availability of single men, and the chance to develop a more lasting relationship.
"I'm not seeing anyone," I said, maintaining my composure. "I've just been working late."
"Liar. You've been sneaking around here like a cat in heat."
"I have not."
Judy wrinkled her nose at me. "How dare you try to cover it up. What are you ashamed of? I thought we didn't have secrets."
"Your imagination is getting the better of you," I patently insisted. "It's all in your mind."
She laughed. "Have it your way. Keep your secrets to yourself. I only hope he's as good as Luke."
"Luke?"
Judy drifted off into one of her fantasies. "Want to hear what we did last night."
"Not particularly."
"You're going to, as punishment for holding out on me." She closed her eyes and related their erotic adventure. "He came over for dinner. Food was the last thing we wanted. I was about to order a pizza when he took the phone out of my hand. We kissed passionately, wildly. Our lips remained attached until it was necessary to breathe. My hands were all over him, sliding into his shirt, weaving through that hairy chest, scratching his nipples. He did the same. He took my tits out, cupped them, gave my nubs a pinch or two until they were deliciously erect-then put his mouth over them. He sucked on them hard, using his tongue. I was choking for air. He got me so excited, I thought I was about to cum."
It wasn't fair for her to subject me to this. I tried to empty my mind of all thoughts pertaining to Luke. I was disturbed by my earlier reaction to him. If Judy had an inkling of how close I'd come to making it with him, she might never speak to me again.
"He was fingering me at the same time," she went on, adamant about disclosing the episode in vivid detail. "It sure didn't take but a few seconds before I creamed against his hand. He kept his finger inside me, enjoying the way my cunt lips puckered it. Then he coaxed me to lay back on the seat, lifted me by my knees and buried his face between my legs."
"God," I murmured. She was so descriptive.
"He sucked my pussy like he was born to do it. He lapped my hot drippings, then flicked my love button until I was screaming for more. He made the sexiest sounds, slobbering me. I was drenched, the juices flowing from me in endless supply. The more he licked me, the juicier I got. He fucked me with his tongue, running it in and out of my pussy. I moaned with my eyes closed, clutching the top of his head. I didn't want to stop-not even to hesitate. I couldn't get enough of those piercing slurps. He gave great head."
I visualized all that. I didn't want to think of Luke as a potential lover, but he kept flaunting himself at me. Although he didn't have the equipment size Danny did, he got my juices going. I made an effort not to seem too interested; I certainly didn't want to make Judy suspect.
"He made me cum so hard-just using his mouth and his hands. When he lifted his face, I knew he was ready to fuck me. I wanted it, too. I helped him with his belt, then his zipper. When his cock sprang out, I was ready for it. Luke is so big. It made me sopping wet, just staring at that thing."
If she ever got a glimpse of Danny, she would know the true meaning of "big."
"I worked his cock with my fist, prepping him for my juicy cunthole. He throbbed in my grip, anxious to go in."
I swallowed roughly. Goose pimples formed on my skin. Judy was a bitch to put me through this.
"My pussy swallowed that thing right up in one thrust. He groaned when he reached bottom. Heather-it was so hard, it was like bone."
I had to hand it to Judy: she could really tell a story.
"I laid back and enjoyed myself. I hooked my legs over his shoulders and took it deep. Our groins smacked together. A few times, Luke slid into me whole, then lingered in that position. He said it felt too good to slide back--but when he finally did, I came. His cock was smashed against my clit. I kept feeling the skin of his dick sliding over it. After he fucked me for a while, I wanted to feel that cock high in my pussy, charging down on it, letting it fill me with its throbbing mass. Oh, Heather, I went berserk. I came one more time before I slid down the length of his body. I couldn't believe he didn't shoot. I humped him steadily for several minutes, concentrating on those balls. I kept waiting for those hot squirts in my pussy, but the man held back on me. He wanted to see to my gratification. He was incredible. I got down on my knees, with my tits hanging out. I was going to seal his orgasm with a juicy kiss. He swung those legs open and dragged me toward him. I was breathing hard over that throbbing dick, prepared to give it the hottest suck it ever had."
"Oh, God." I gulped air, picturing it. I was getting wet, yet knew I had to hear this tale to its end. Judy had me in a frenzy. I hung onto her every lust-filled word.
"I opened my mouth and took him whole. My lips just anchored themselves to his head and slipped over that smooth skin. He was slick from my juices-easy to swallow. With Luke, it was one continuous mouthful. Mmmmm, his cock tasted so good, I could have sucked it for hours. I ran my lips up and down its length, applying those butterfly kisses he loves."
Listening to this graphic recounting caused me to work up quite a sexual appetite-one I'd have to transfer to Danny upon seeing him. Strangely, there wasn't the same satisfaction in my thought of that as it was in my thought of having Luke. I actually thought about having him.. . between my legs, in my mouth. Judy forced those images in my mind, and try as I did, I couldn't shake them.
"I sucked and sucked until he was squirming in his seat, getting off on my moist, clinging lips. My sucks left him weak for more. He couldn't get enough-he shoved his entire cock into my face and held the base to my lips. I was convinced he was about to shoot. It was a great blow job. I had him by the balls, sucking that cock. I gave him major lip action. My lips put a clamp on him like you couldn't believe. He was going out of his fucking mind. After managing to restrain himself, he finally exploded in my mouth. I downed every last bit of that gooey stuff."
I gulped. "If your intention was to frustrate me, I want you to know you succeeded. I hope you're happy with yourself."
Judy giggled. "You're going to head straight for that mysterious boyfriend of yours and let him fuck the ache away."
"You're a bitch."
She raised a brow. "I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about. I don't hide things from you."
She acted as though she were entitled to know my confidences. It wasn't as though I were unwilling to share-those disclosures sent to the wrong set of ears could jeopardize Danny's marriage.
I resolved to let her stew. If Judy wanted to broadcast her sex life, that was her business; I wasn't keen in putting mine in the public domain.
The hour drew near for me to get into my car and drive to the motel. Danny was to meet me there for a few hours of sexual togetherness. I started for my purse when the phone rang.
"Heather," Danny's familiar voice whispered, "we've got to cancel."
A powerful surge of disappointment hit me. "Why?"
"Eileen is having guests over for dinner. She is insisting I stay home."
I predicted we would have one of these conversations-it was only a matter of time. "It's okay. It won't kill me to stay home."
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"You shouldn't be. I knew what the score was from the beginning." I injected cheerfulness in my tone. "It'll make our next session that much more exciting."
"Good girl," he muttered. "I'll see you at work tomorrow."
I sighed as I replaced the phone on its hook. Well, it was bound to happen. I couldn't expect
Danny to be with me every night. When one had an affair with a married man, one had to abide by his principle lifestyle.
A long, dull evening beckoned to me. Judy had gone out with her girlfriends-a monthly venture of man-ogling at the bars. I was rather surprised she bothered; after hearing her steamy account with Luke, I concluded other men failed to interest her. Perhaps she tagged along because of tradition. In any event, I didn't have the pleasure-or displeasure-of her company. I guess I wasn't in the mood to enter into another argument.
Television provided little entertainment with its summer reruns. I switched from channel to channel, disgruntled by the quantity of entertainment that medium furnished.
Our subscriptions to various magazines led me down another blind alley; I could not be diverted as I perused each and every one of them. Miserably, I tossed the final one in a heap.
The dawning perception of what I truly craved filtered through prevailing thoughts of amusement. Having spent almost a week with Danny cultivated a dependency on cock. I hungered for it. I couldn't sidestep the recollection of his eager tongue, nor his urgent grip on my thighs. The exquisite sensation of getting speared by his hard dick was another proponent.
I had gotten accustomed to being fucked. It was routine. Danny had turned me into an addict, supplying that need until tonight. Christ, I was aggravated. I ached for him.
The rattle of keys at the door caught my attention. I was surprised Judy came home so soon; I expected her to trudge in well after midnight.
A moment later, my voice caught in my throat. It wasn't Judy who stood at the doorway-but Luke.
"Since when did you get a set of keys?" was my first question.
"Your sister wanted me to come and go as I pleased." He grinned, studying me from top to bottom. "You look pretty good tonight."
I hadn't bothered changing after receiving Danny's call. The low-cut blouse and miniskirt enhanced my well-proportioned figure. My luscious thighs were in full evidence. I made no attempt to shelter them from his view.
"I guess your big sister isn't around," he mentioned, striding over to the chair and depositing his strapping form.
"Don't pretend you weren't aware of that," I said, trying not to let him affect me. "Her monthly jaunts with her girlfriends are like clockwork."
"You don't have to get nasty, Heather. I promise not to bite."
His cockiness began to erode the crusty surface of my disposition. I knew so many personal things about him, I felt as though I'd fucked him, too.
I supposed his company was better than nothing. I would have preferred female companionship, which was far less threatening. I didn't want to do anything stupid.
Sitting with h'im proved to be more of a challenge than I estimated. Luke was clad in a tank top and shorts, revealing much of his studly body as was permissible. I found it difficult to avert my gaze. He looked incredible, and was quite accessible.
Jesus, I was sopping wet. The firm, hairy texture of his flesh made my pulse jump. I wanted to graze the hair that curled around his wrists and covered his arms. I wished I could sneak a glance between his legs and verify if anything was growing in his shorts, but my view was obstructed by the stack of magazines.
"See something you like, Heather?" he taunted. The way he said it made me shiver. The slant of his eyes, the sound of his breathing, the tightness around his mouth fed hot impulses to my brain.
"What makes you say that?" My speech trailed off. My throat had dried. I was so horny, I was numb. God, he was seducing me with his eyes, his voice. This was not an encounter I consciously wanted, but had no choice. The demands of my body commanded my actions. I waited for him to make his move.
Judy's explicit report of their hot coupling echoed through my brain. Her words obsessed me.
Luke wasn't to make it that simple. Sure, he could have made a grab for me-but didn't. I would have welcomed his hand slipping between my legs, then let him finger me. My panties could have been pushed aside to permit a few indulgent pumps. My cunt was well-oiled and ready to swallow cock.
I shifted nervously on the sofa.
"You're not going to run from me, are you, Heather?"
"No. I wasn't even thinking it."
"I think you're afraid to be alone with me."
"Why do you think that?"
"Perhaps because of what you might do."
"You've got quite an ego, Luke."
"I've got the equipment-and the talent-to back it."
God-I wanted to climb into his lap and let him fuck me. I could thrash against that manly body of his and cum in seconds.
Instead, I mustered what strength was left in reserve and crossed my legs. Let him drool for a while, I determined. This attraction definitely wasn't one-sided.
He sighed, shaking his head at me. His eyes swept over me again and again. "Who was suppose to get that luscious package? Did he blow you off?"
"That's none of your business."
He chuckled. "You're shopping for attention, aren't you? You like being gazed at. You enjoy being desired."
"You don't know me at all," I spoke confidently.
"I understand the part of you that fascinates me. The rest doesn't matter. Sex isn't all that complicated, Heather. People like to believe there are variations, but they're fooling themselves. Sex is plain vanilla. It's written all over your face." He took another opportunity to eyeball me. "You want it badly. You're almost desperate."
"You're mistaken." Deceiving him wasn't simple. Luke was sharp. He identified my horni-ness, laying bare my psychological state. "You can't read women at all."
He shrugged. "Believe what you wish."
His arrogance rattled me. I didn't relish being dissected like some laboratory specimen. "You know, if you weren't such a jerk, I might like you better."
"Is that why you didn't bother showing up that night?"
I purposely disposed of that memory. I wanted no light shed on it. "No."
"I'll bet you would like me a whole lot more if you'd kept our date."
He appeared so virile, and spoke with such assurance, I found my defense mechanism collapsing. "Oh?"
"You've seen enough of my style peeking through the door. That remark shouldn't come as a surprise."
He was seducing me with his hot words, his carnal glances. That warm, jittery feeling took possession of my groin. I fared weakly as that shifting tightness gathered in the pit of my cunt.
"The fucking would have been incredible," he continued, grasping the corruption of my attitude. "The pleasure would have exceeded anything that you could possibly know."
"Really?" I murmured, my voice thickening with desire.
He stopped talking and reached for his fly. Very slowly, he unzipped himself. I was shocked he would be so bold. Luke did not have an ounce of shame. He moved his opened shorts apart to afford me the striking sight of his swollen cock straining his underwear.
"This is what you want, Heather. This is the real thing. Let's stop pretending and admit what's important."
I got up from the sofa and moved toward him. My body functioned of its own accord. I was shocked by my willingness to kneel between his legs. My mind was controlled by something deeper and more compelling than ever before.
I studied the bloated shape of his cock. It nearly edged past the rim of his briefs. In the heat of excitement, he had definitely outgrown the amount of cover they provided and wasn't the least shy about showing it to me. I could not believe how engorged it got. The outline of shaft was long and thick. And his balls-their bulging profile completed my happiness.
Luke grasped my head and pulled me to it. He didn't give me a chance to reach inside his underwear. The side of my face was smashed against that hard, throbbing mass. I trembled as he massaged my cheek with it. Its wild pulsations scorched my skin.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"Yeah," he muttered, grinding his cock into me. "Yeah." His excitement stemmed from glimpsing my ecstatic, glutted features and subjecting me to the teeming hardness of his dick.
When he finally released my head, I managed to sufficiently pull down his underwear and get a look at it. I'd seen it from afar, and had it described to me in vivid detail, but to be confronted with it inflamed my senses. It was a gorgeous cock, extending far from his body. The purplish head bobbed in my face, seeking attention.
I attached my lips to the enlarged cockhead, letting them settle slowly upon his flesh. I wanted him to savor the moment of moist communication.
He groaned as my mouth sank over his cock. "Christ," he gasped, then arched in his seat. I'm not sure he expected my initial effort to be so exacting. To compensate for any amount I'd lost, he inched toward my gulping orifice to reclaim that space. His reaction sent me reeling.
His hands enveloped my head and assisted in submerging that erect thing. I widened my tightly clenched lips to absorb more of his cock. Luke had to be eight or nine inches-a length that thrilled me. I sucked it down smoothly, enjoying every bit. My lips rippled over his solid member, sensing his palpitations. I gobbled him down to the base, just as he started to rock himself to my face. He was incredibly turned on by my accommodating mouth.
"Suck it," he said hoarsely. "Suck that dick, eat it. Get it all in your mouth. Oh, yeah, baby, tongue my shaft, get your lips around the head and suck good. Ahhhhhh. Yeah, now work it down your throat-let me feel the back of your throat. Swallow me, baby. Rub your mouth all over the shaft, keep sucking it. Suck it good and hard, make it all wet. Ahhhhhh, you know what you're doing. I knew you would. Sure, you can handle that big dick of mine. Yeah."
"Mmmmm," I purred, running my moist lips up and down his enormous cock.
He clutched my head, then pushed. Gradually, that massive thing got buried in my face. I ate it with quivering pleasure, daring him to pump my mouth. From the slippery pass of my tongue, all the sensations I fed him were delightfully fresh. He wanted to experience the imagination I could demonstrate.
I peeled what lingered of his shorts over his hips and down his hair-rough thighs. I wanted nothing to obstruct the path of my wriggling tip.
I slurped his balls, engaging those plump things with shimmering saliva. Luke seemed to appreciate their inclusion for my hot licks.
"Eat them," he urged me, shoving them toward my mouth. "Lap them with that slippery tongue."
I obeyed his instruction. I was only too glad to provide him satisfaction. I wanted him to remember the shivering press of my lips and my feverish suck. This session would be branded permanently in his mind, whenever he thought of me.
My tip curled around the firm, bulging flesh. The blond hair clung to my tongue as I probed and slurped. Mmmmm, he tasted manly. I soaked those balls of his in a pool of spittle.
Luke grabbed my head and worked that stiff cock back into my mouth. I trembled, fitting my lips over his hard dick. Sucking him made me hornier by the second. All I could think of was the excitement of feeling his thing buried in my cunt, taking control.
I saw the glow of enjoyment in his eyes. His mouth dropped open, twisting as I sucked him. His handsome face was marred with the contortions of pounding lust. Sweat poured from his brow. His grip on me tightened. Those long fingers of his encompassed my head, guiding my expert flicks. He was quite involved in achieving his own fulfillment.
"You suck good, baby. I can see you're familiar with cock. And you tried to pass yourself off as a virgin. No way-you know what you're doing. You're experienced. Oh, yeah, glide that tongue around the rim, suck the head. Yeah, hug it with your lips. Now swallow me, get it down your throat-Ahhhhh. I can feel the back there. Yeah, you've got it all sucked down your throat. You like it, don't you? That thing was meant to be sucked-sucked by a hot babe like you."
I let him spend a few more minutes in my mouth. I really gorged myself, bearing down until I had every inch drowning in saliva. I sucked it and sucked it until he clenched his fists and looked ready to pop.
His ragged breathing intensified. His shaking coincided with the pleasure I was building with my sucking lips. I was prepared to feel squirts of jism filling my cheeks. He was getting really close.
"I don't want to cum in your mouth, baby," he exhaled deeply from above. "I want to cum in your snatch."
He dragged that thing through my constricted lips until only the bulbous head remain submerged. In an effort to frustrate him, I sucked it hard as though attempting to reverse its direction. With a gasp, he yanked it out. Webs of saliva connected me to that solid, jutting cock. He pumped it with his fist to perpetuate the flurry of sensations he received in my mouth.
"Jesus, oh, yeah. A moment longer and you would have had a mouthful of cum. Whew. Lucky I pulled out." His eyes were glazed with lust. He stared vacantly, fighting to 'Slow the high voltage charge my blow job gave him. I almost expected him to spurt all over my face, he was so excited.
With a heavy breath, he fought off the urge to erupt. "Get on the sofa," he said, his voice hoarse. He sounded as though he needed my cunt to ease the burden in his balls.
I didn't spare a moment. I rose, weak with arousal. My knees threatened to buckle from the weight of stimulation. I was so aroused, I could have cum if he shoved it in just once. I was as urgent to have him fuck me as he was.
The second my ass made contact with the sofa, Luke grasped my slender thighs and separated them. The strength he exhibited stirred me yet further. He stared ravenously at my damp panties. My moist pussy twitched from within. My undergarment wasn't to provide me enclosure much longer. His teeth caught the edge and ripped it open. I let out a whimper as I felt his scorching breath against my exposed pussy.
"Baby," he grunted. "Gotta eat some of that. Gotta stroke it with my tongue, sink into the hole."
I was nearly too intoxicated to watch. The look of passion he leveled had me quivering. After he put his face between my legs, my vision blurred. The sound of his slurps matched with the taunting dabs of his limber tip sent me into oblivion. His muffled groans had me oozing. He sucked the juices of my cunt with an unquenchable thirst. I obtained exceptional head. I grabbed the arm of the sofa until my knuckles turned white, then gradually eased myself toward his hungry mouth.
"Jesus," I hissed through clenched teeth. I shook uncontrollably. My hips jerked frantically toward the source of those feverish laps. I was consumed by a shower of tingling chills.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned, availing himself to my honey source. He used his mouth, tongue and fingers to provide me pleasure.
"Warm it up, Luke," I whimpered. "Warm it up for that big dick of yours."
His slurps made my cunt tighten with excitement. I was prepared to squeeze that cock from one orgasm to the next. I was going to put a grip on him that would defy his staying power.
Luke wasn't done eating me. His satisfaction was based upon my sighs and vibrations. He liked when I shoved my pussy at him, and had quite an appetite for it. He delved into my juicy snatch, penetrating me with his tongue. It was a titillating sign of something much larger that would soon be entering me.
"Yeah," he said, tracing my hot, succulent cunt flesh. He spoke hurriedly between gulps of my nectar. "You're wet, baby, oozing into my mouth. Mmmmmm, gotta drink your liquid love."
"Ohhhhh."
He inserted his tongue into my fuck-hole and began to pump me. I clutched my tits, pinching the nipples as that wonderful thing slid in and out of my snatch. His lingering slurps left me happy and screaming for more.
"You taste so good, baby and good enough to fuck," he muttered after taking mouthfuls of my pink flesh.
"That's what I want," I sighed, reaching for his tongue with my clit. "I want you to fuck me with everything you have." I longed to be overtaken by his masculine strength. Rocking my pussy to his thick, penetrating cock fueled my desire.
For now, receiving his capable slurps furnished me delicious escape. I writhed on the sofa, working my hips, watching that tip brush my clit. I sobbed with joy when he discovered the various points of pleasure and raised my temperature several degrees by whipping them into submission. My flesh hollered for the licks he expertly gave.
"More!" I commanded. "More, please--it feels so good." Those wonderful swirls of ecstasy swam through me. I basked as he let them repeat in delectable profusion.
His face dipped between my legs, his tongue thrilling my clit. His technique was perfectly executed. That soft, winding tip gathered force and friction as it met my hard love button. Juice seeped from my pussy and was quickly dispatched. He lapped my excitement, growling with fulfillment. His large, sturdy hands enclosed my hips, lifting me to his face. He ate feverishly from my cunt until I was dizzy.
I came suddenly and forcefully. I seized the arm of the sofa and clutched for dear life. My hips snapped as I convulsed, slamming at Luke's mouth. I was surprised at the strength of my orgasm-its power left me depleted. Jolts of ecstasy crackled through my flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Yes! Oh, yes!" I sobbed, thrashing.
Luke got to his feet, grinning at the sight of my trembling form. He displayed pride in giving me physical enjoyment.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked, stroking his cock. "Is your pussy hungry for it?"
I was shuddering too much to answer. My response was irrelevant. My erect nipples and wet snatch were acceptable proof of my desire.
Luke grasped my buttocks and dragged my aroused body to him. His dick waited, fully swollen, to give me the fucking I dreamed of having.
My heart skipped a beat as I watched him stroke that long, thick cock. It seemed amazing how something that big and hard going in and out of my pussy could give me so much pleasure. A week before, I would have panicked at the thought of having it split my cunt open-now I was prepared for it. My lips curved. I could handle it just fine.
"I've got to fuck you, baby," he said in a husky tone. I really need to."
The bulbous head was established at my sopping entrance. The hard, throbbing feel of his flesh wildly excited me.
"Ohhhhh." His cock sank into me, letting me relish each and every second of penetration. "Oh, my God, oh, Luke, Ohhhhhh." My cunt lips widened to harbor that wide, pulsating mass.
"Christ-it's as tight as I suspected," he groaned, working its solid length into me. "Oh, yeah, your pussy's scraping the skin of my cock, wet with excitement. You're virgin-tight, baby. Ahhhhhh. You really wanted this, baby. I can feel how much you need it. Ahhhhhhh, let me in there, let me fuck you with my cunt-hungry dick. I'm going to make it feel so good, you won't want me to stop, no matter how many times you cum."
My legs were high and apart, my ankles reaching just past his massive shoulders. The rough matting of his chest tickled the backs of my thighs as he pounded himself into me. My cunt got hot and juicy, responding to the thrust of his hips. His solid, manly flesh dug into my hot squish, pumping deep.
I lunged at him, stroking his cock with my pussy before my strength failed me. I was in no position to assist him. He would have to operate his equipment alone. The orgasm he previously served me exhausted too much of my vigor. Though my cells were entirely awake, I couldn't fuck back. Orgasm had whipped me. I lay frustrated on the sofa, moaning as he drove into my cunt. I glimpsed his expression as he plunged through my flesh, deriving satisfaction. He seemed to be enjoying every second of being buried in the walls of my warm, juicy snatch. His features reflected joy, coupled with mounting excitement.
"Feels good in there," he groaned, filling my pussy with his hard dick. "Bring your cunt to it. Lift your ass and push your hot pussy to my cock. You got it so fucking hard, baby, I'll bet it hurts going in."
"No, it feels great. Ohhhhh."
"It sure does. Man, does it ever. Ahhhhh."
His hands went over my tits. I moaned as he gathered up those mounds of billowy softness and squeezed them. Ohhhhhhh. When he propped the nipples with his thumbs and rotated them, I thought I would go out of my mind. The stimulation he concentrated upon me was more than I was equipped to handle. I writhed, feeling the fever rise through my flesh, taking me by storm. That cock kept pushing its way into my pussy, crammed to the base, occupying that delicate void. Luke was aware how much he excited me as he played with my nipples and fucked me with that big dick.
"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, suddenly cumming. It happened so fast and so furiously I wasn't prepared. All I saw was the sweat streaming down Luke's body, darkening the heavy matting that covered his chest and the hair along his arms. And I caught his gleam of satisfaction as he steadily pumped me with cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sobbed, bucking my ass, pelting his groin with my pussy. The more I jerked, the more penetrating his shaft went. The convulsion lasted several wonderful moments.
After the last spasm rippled through me, my strength returned. I clutched the arm of the sofa and started giving Luke some delicious payback. I renewed those pleasure-giving strokes with ones guaranteed to make his cock prickle. I willed my inner muscles to work as a vise. His dick received varying pressure as it sank into my pussy.
My excitement was also fresh. I coated him with juice that seeped from the depths of my snatch. He became all the more slippery as he fucked through my hot, clinging cunt lips.
I watched him carefully as I gratified him, curious to see if he could control the urge to cum. I moaned as our bodies continued to join, his dick sliding into my pussy, his thumbs rolling over my nipples. I heightened his visual reception, feeding him pictures of shuddering ecstasy.
"You like getting fucked, don't you?" he croaked, rocking his lust-crazed body to me.
"Yes, but only by a man who knows what he's doing and knows how to use his equipment. My pussy is so hungry for you. Jam yourself in there and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I closed my eyes and gave myself over to that hard thing sinking into my cunt. My sluiced, embracing lips caught the taut skin of his cock and tugged. I glanced at his frenzied expression and noted his enjoyment. He was getting off on the friction.
"Yeah, baby, fuck my cock. Move that pussy. It's better than I figured. God, how I've wanted to fuck you. I wondered what it would be like having you on your back with your legs in the air, spread-taking my dick in that tight snatch. Ahhhhh. I just knew it would be good."
He released one of my nipples, then slid his hand across the smooth span of my stomach until his thumb brushed my pubes. Ohhhh. He traced the furry lips of my pussy to my utter delight. His touch was both urgent and soft. When he found my swollen clit, I went momentarily rigid. Ohhhh! I didn't realize the powerful effect it would have. He studied my feverish look as he rubbed it.
"Ohhhh!" I panted, swallowing roughly. "Oh, Luke, that feels so good, don't stop."
"I won't. I want to feel you cum around my cock again."
I slammed him with my pussy, approving of the uproar he caused. Getting jiggled while his cock was buried between my legs was the ultimate sensation. I thrashed-even cupping my tits-while surrendering to it.
Luke thought I was going to spasm again, but I managed to keep the momentum. Instead, I treated him to some unforgettable squeezing. I willed my inner muscles to work his thing into a succulent vise. I moaned from my exertions, attempting to provoke his climax.
"Come on, baby," I panted. "Cum in me, shoot your load. You want to spew in that nice, warm hole. It'll feel so good jizzing my pussy."
"Yeah," he muttered, his face turning red from pounding desire. His eyes rolled upward and his mouth dropped open. "Yeah, I want to cum. Can't hold back-"
I felt the rumblings of his orgasm as he rammed his entire cock into me. I took it deep, hard and eagerly. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Uggghh!" he growled, his features contorted. "Ugghhhh.. .ugghhhh!"
Cum was squirting into my pussy-lots of it. I felt the hot, gooey collection as I writhed on my back. My awareness of it was canceled by the flood of stimulation that overwhelmed me. I began spasming heavily, enjoying the fruits of my efforts.
"Ohhhh! Oh, yes, Luke, you're making me cum! Ohhhh, it's so good, so good."
"Christ," he muttered, his eyes shut as he pulled that dick from my pussy. Cum poured out of me. I shivered as it trickled down my inner thighs. Very slowly, he opened his eyes and gazed down at me. His blond hair hung damply over his forehead. He looked disheveled, but gratified. "Whew. That was pretty damn good. Better than your sister, if you can believe that."
Mention of my sister put a damper on my mood. Guilt descended on me. Oh, God, what had I done? And Danny-Ohhhhhh! I felt disloyal to him. Lust had gone to my head.
"Hey, what's the problem?" he asked. "Did I say something wrong?"
"I think you'd better go."
"Why?"
I pointed to the door. "I won't explain."
Luke shrugged, pulling his shorts back on. His dick was still hard, jutting across the front of them. "Sure you want me out of here? I could go for a whole lot more of you."
I shook my head miserably. "It was a mistake. We shouldn't have done it."
He grinned. "Oh, yeah, we should have. That was some pretty hot sex we just had. Chemistry like that isn't common."
"I don't want a word of this to reach my sister," I warned him.
He chuckled. "You look cute when you get riled."
"Don't push me."
He was gone after a few more disparaging remarks. He had enjoyed himself too greatly for me to spoil his glory. By the time the door closed behind him, I was shaking uncontrollably.
Oh, Danny, I sobbed. What have I done?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Strange things happened thereafter.
Judy didn't arrive home from her "night with the girls" until well after dawn. I had been too upset with myself to sleep, so I stayed in the front room plastered in front of the television, like a zombie.
Judy wasn't the least tired as she pranced through the front door. I originally thought she was still riding the high of her last few beers, but that proved not to be the case. She moved capriciously, swinging her tits from side to side, then wagged her ass.
"Aren't you about to drop?" I asked after enduring her erotic little number a minute longer.
"I feel great!" she chimed. "Absolutely, positively, and without a doubt-great!"
I shook my head, unable to shake the misery that I felt. My sister didn't normally behave in this manner; she was not a morning person. I kept waiting for her energy level to run dry, but Judy was in high gear, rebelling. I hadn't seen her in this good a mood since she first met Luke.
My eyes shot open. "Judy? You didn't meet somebody at the bar last night, by any chance?"
She nodded and giggled simultaneously. "I certainly did."
"As in.. . getting picked up?"
"Check." She seemed to be dancing to an unheard beat. Music that wasn't playing echoed through her mind. "Mmmmmm. It was good."
I tried to regain my voice, but the lump that formed at its base precluded speech. A faint squeal was the most I was capable of amplifying.
Judy was far too caught up in her reverie to pay me attention. She seemed to be reliving the moments of unfolding pleasure in the center of our front room. "His name is Mike Dunton. Ohhhhhh. He's a big, strapping guy, with dark hair and muscles to die for. Wow, what a stud! He fucked me and came, fucked me and came, without stopping. He has this thing about pulling out and shooting on my stomach, then sliding it right back into my pussy stiff as a pipe. He made me cum so much, my throat hurt from moaning. We'll have to discuss him at length. He should be calling me later."
"Later?"
"Sure. He has my phone number. He insisted upon it before I left him."
"Are you implying you're going to see him.. .on a regular basis?"
"Not only am I implying it, I'm saying it: yes! Definitely! He's the new man in my life."
"But.. .what about Luke?"
She waved her hand. "You take him. I think we're bored with one another. He was fun, but we've been together much too long. I was ripe for a new man. He probably realizes that, too."
"You don't want Luke?"
She shook her head. "I want Mike. God, do I want Mike. Mmmmmm. It's extraordinary being in lust with a new man. The thrill of discovery, the fascination with pleasure-and a new body to learn. When a relationship is at its inimagine, its the best."
I applied her logic to Danny. Would I stop having multiple orgasms with him after a while? Would the excitement of hopping into bed with him grow thin? Currently, everything about him was so fabulous, I couldn't envision the decay Judy suggested. "You're going to let Luke fade from the picture?"
She seemed incensed I hadn't dropped the subject. "Why not?"
"You gave him a key to our apartment. I figured that meant things were running a steady course."
"So we get the locks changed? Luke will get the message, he's a big boy. Don't worry about him. He's not so innocent. I know he's been on the hunt for some new pussy. He's had that wily look lately, as though he's impatient to get on with his life. I doubt it will take Luke long to settle on a replacement."
I prayed that substitute wasn't to be me. I shuddered to think how Judy would accept that. She might have her sights set on a different person, but I didn't believe her emotions were totally fail-safe. Displacing an old boyfriend to one's younger sister had to cause some regret.
I wasn't interested in Luke, however. Our wild night of sex had branched from subconscious feelings-erotic impressions that were waiting to be expressed. Now that Luke and I had satisfied our curiosities with each other, there seemed no justification for a second experience.
Nature had finally taken its toll on Judy. Shortly after she executed a snazzy number that featured flying tits and jerking hips, she paled. "I think I'd better go lay down," she mentioned, looking rather dizzy.
I let out a sigh of relief. I wasn't going to continue feeling guilty over robbing my sister of her boyfriend. The steady decline of her relationship with Luke wasn't one I had anticipated. I resolved to mend things with Danny after work.
The phone blaring beside me startled me from sleep. I had dozed off on the sofa after Judy retired. Shaking the dregs from my brain, I picked up the receiver before it had an opportunity to rattle me further.
"Hello?" My voice sounded foreign, even to me. Lack of rest had altered it from its normal sound.
"Heather? Is that you?"
God, it was Danny! "Yes. It's me," I said, jumping to attention. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I was about to take a shower. What's wrong?"
"I moved out."
My eyes nearly popped from their sockets. "You did what?"
"Eileen and I got into an ugly row in front of our guests last night. I don't know why, but I felt I'd had all I could take. I packed a suitcase and walked out on her."
"Where are you now?"
"At a motel."
"Why didn't you call me earlier? I would have met you."
"I know you would have, but I needed the time to think out my decision. If I had you here, I doubted I would have bothered doing any of that." The suggestion in his voice left little to the imagination as to how the night would have been spent. "I realize now that I've tolerated a bad situation for an eternity. I'm not getting any younger waiting for things to improve."
"Danny," I said, hoarsely. "I have to see you. Now."
"I know." He gave me the name of the motel and its address. "I'll be waiting for you."
My pulse accelerated from the moment I put down the phone. The winds of fate were stirring, picking me up in one of its strong gales. I couldn't imagine where things would land by the end of the day.
His face brightened immediately upon seeing me at his door. My heart leaped. I went into his arms, happier than ever. The security and hot longing he provided were irreplaceable. "I'm sorry you had such a bad night," I murmured against him.
"On the contrary, it was probably the best turn of events. Eileen and I aren't compatible. We've stayed together for the kids. Now that they're grown, there's no reason to perpetuate an illusion."
"How is she taking it?"
"Rather well. For the first time in years, she didn't have much to say. She sort of looked astonished when I walked out the door." He brushed my lips with his. "It's like that old Chinese proverb: never wish for something too hard, because you just might get it."
I thought on that. I had wished very hard for Danny, but having him didn't disappoint me. No, I wanted him very much. His presence completed a perfect picture. Mmmmmm. I moved my tits seductively to his chest, then nuzzled his neck.
Danny's hands went to my tits and took them in a tender squeeze. I responded with a groan. I was filled with steamy moisture. My cunt tightened with need.
"I'm here, for you," I mentioned thickly. "I want to relieve your ache." I felt so weak in his strong arms. "Ohhhhh." '
He slid his hand into my panties and noted the dampness. "I want you to be here, baby. I need you more than just sex. I need a woman. Will you be my woman, Heather?"
"Yes," I sighed, and shivered. I wanted his big thing in my pussy, purging the guilt and restoring the love I felt for him. "Danny, we need to talk about something, too. I did something stupid, and I won't feel right until I tell you."
"You couldn't do anything so stupid as to change my feelings for you, Heather. I need you." He took my hand and pressed it over his crotch. "Here, feel it, feel how much it wants you and wants to give you pleasure. Feel how hard you get my dick."
I gasped in unremitting joy. I stroked the burgeoning hardness, mesmerized by its length. I remembered how much it had excited me. That long, swollen shaft, pulsating in my grip, stretching proudly from his body.
"But, Danny-" I dangled on the thread of indecision, wanting to rid myself of my emotional burden. If I didn't explain my foolish behavior, I would never feel as though our relationship were based on mutual trust. "Let's talk first."
"Can't now, baby," he muttered softly, steering me toward the bed. "Take your clothes off and let's get under the covers."
I protested mildly, then made no further comment as I watched him discard his clothing. His big cock sprang into view, demanding my total attention. Oh, yes, how could I refuse something that tempting?
Danny got into bed and took me into his muscled arms. He crushed my sweet nakedness to his body. I let out a sigh as I felt his hard on imprinted in the softness of my stomach. I found myself reaching for it, anxious to fondle its rigid length. It was so stiff, throbbing in my hand. What girl wouldn't melt at the thought of being impaled by such a magnificent cock?
Danny's voice was husky in my ear. "Suck it," he ordered, then applied pressure to the top of my head. I was jarred from my momentary fixation as it got closer to my face, its bulbous surface catching my warm breath. I let out my tongue, pressing the tip into his cumhole. I wriggled back and forth until I could taste some of his hot goo. Mmmmm. I couldn't wait for the rest of it.
His dick slid easily into my mouth. I slobbered over it, enjoying its masculine flavor. My tongue wallowed along its hard side while I caressed his balls. His thing filled my mouth so completely, though only half of it was enclosed. I didn't fully consume it-I planned on working my way down. I sucked feverishly on his cock, getting off on his feverish response. The restless shifting of his body as I employed greater vacuuming power heightened my enthusiasm. My tongue played a vital role in providing him pleasure; its tickle and persistent motion while administering saliva had him gripping the headboard of the bed while easing up to my warm, rubbing lips.
"Uhhhhh," Danny muttered, his head rolling back. "If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum. I'd better hold back. I still want to fuck you." He cupped the top of my head, guiding me up and down his well-sucked dick. He demanded I continue despite the urge to shoot. After a moment, I felt he defeated the impulse to squirt as I took him down my throat. "That's it, baby. Gobble me up. Yeah. Slide me into your hot little throat. Ahhhhh. That feels so fucking good."
My lips descended his shaft, leaving a trail of spittle. My jaws began to ache from consumption, taking more of him than was comfortable. I was spurred on by the desire to afford Danny immense pleasure, no matter what the cost. A craving for those thick spurts of jism propelled me.
"Christ, you suck good," Danny grunted, his breathing labored. His chest trembled as my mouth proceeded to drive him insane. "Slow down, baby. I'm about to explode." His head went back, his jaw clenched and his breathing quickened. "Oh, Heather. God."
I stressed more importance to his balls. I stroked them, noting their heavy content. His cum would be flowing into my pussy very soon. I wanted to relish that experience rather than let the fruit of my labors wash down my throat.
Danny curved himself until his head was between my legs. He parted my thighs, then swooped to my juicy center. "I want to eat you, baby. I want to suck your sweet pussy."
He could smell how horny I was as he fanned my soft, inner thighs with his heated breath. My cunt muscles contracted at the thought of feeling that hot, slippery tongue. He moved through my wispy pubes. Drops of glistening cunt dew clung to my aroused lips.
"Let me warm that up for you, baby," he muttered. "I feel like a little tongue-fuck."
"Mmmmm. Me, too."
His mouth descended upon me in a hungry growl. I shivered as I felt his tongue slither over my cunthole. He got me so excited, I couldn't suck his cock. "Ohhhhhh, Danny, oh, God. Lick me. Lick me hard. Ohhhhh. Suck my juices. Drink them. Ohhhhhh. You get me so wet, so hot. More. Slurp my cunt."
"I'll do more than that," he managed between mouthfuls. "I'll make you see stars."
Of that, I had no doubt. I was delighted at how quickly Danny responded to my needs. When I was with him, there didn't seem a man alive who could service me to the level he did. Ohhhhh.
I watched as he buried his face in my snatch. His tongue became planted in my juicy hole, wiping it clean. My clit tingled with enjoyment as he switched to a stimulating throttle. Moisture oozed from my cunt,' lapped by his weaving tongue. Ohhhhhhh, I clenched and unclenched my fists, receiving his limber strokes. Danny knew how to please a woman, that was certain. He was cognizant of what it took to get one panting for more.
"More," I sobbed. "Lick me, eat my pussy, ohhhhhhh, suck on my clit, baby. Yes, suck that swollen clit. Get my pussy all slick with your hot saliva. I want it to be in your mouth."
I enclosed his head with my hands and guided him. Danny didn't need any assistance. He seemed apprised of the areas that required oral attention. He gulped down the liquid treat that flowed out of my snatch. His mouth, attached feverishly to my mound, fluttered over the engorged cunt lips.
I moaned as I heard the sucking noises between my legs. Danny was making me feel so good. Before I realized it, I spasmed in his face. My body jerked, meeting the rubbing tip he extended to my clit. He licked me until I shuddered with the final contractions.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, that was excellent," I whispered. "You made me feel so good."
I groped his swollen member, pressing my thumb at its heavy rim. My partially dried saliva lingered. I had a job to finish. Jesus, he was really hard, waiting for more tongue service. "I'm going to suck the rest of your cock, Danny. I want you big in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum. I'm thirsty for your jism."
"Yeah, I want you to suck it," Danny adjusted himself to accommodate my goal. He was not, however, through eating my pussy. He slid down on the bed until his face was positioned between my legs and my sensuous lips were within range of his stiff dick.
I opened my mouth and took his dick back inside. Mmmmm. I sucked that thick shaft inch by inch, making it disappear between my gobbling lips. The intake excited me. I kept working him down, vibrating my tongue, feeling the large vein pulsate as I swallowed his cock. I salivated over his burgeoning length. He was absolutely the biggest I'd ever seen. Every other man paled in comparison.
Danny returned to slurping my pussy. His tongue eased back into the nectarous division of my cunt lips.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, my mouth full of cock. Danny's powerful laps made me lose my concentration. I struggled for a moment, then sucked on his dick for all I was worth. He almost made my forget about what was on my mind. How could I think about anything but what he had between his legs? Mmmmm. He was such an unforgettable-and tasty-man.
I gave Danny excellent head. I fully utilized my oral skills at their optimum level. I sucked like a feverish hellion, my lips wrapped around his dick while dribbling saliva. I felt his body tremble as the trickle streamed down to his balls, an area I found was highly sensitive for him. I scooped them up, giving them a sweet caress.
"Christ," Danny grunted, reacting from my talent. "Oh, baby, eat my dick, suck me, blow me good. Yeah, pump me with those hot, sucking lips. Let me fuck your face with my big cock. Ahhhhh. Yeah."
My suctioning control was set for delectable force. My lips worked against his hard cock, taking in every inch and stamping it with loving approval. I opened my mouth wider when I got to the bottom. Danny's trunk was thick and could easily gag an inexperienced person. Not me-I ate him whole.
Danny balled his fists. He couldn't compete with the lure of my tongue another second. "Okay, baby, get on your back. I'm going to fuck you."
I weakly obeyed. I detached my luscious lips from his throbbing dick and got into position. My legs swiftly parted, awaiting that thing he was going to bury between them. I shivered in anticipation, knowing this was going to be much better than Luke.
Jesus-I wasn't going to rest easy until that weight was taken off my shoulders.
Danny settled his weight atop me. He peered gently into my eyes. "Sorry I sounded a little impatient. Are you ready for me."
"Mmmmmmmm. Yes. I'm very wet."
His hand streamed over my naked flesh, ending at my dense thatch. "You certainly are. Oh, baby. Sure doesn't take much."
"Put it in me, baby," I panted, aroused by his fluttering touch. "I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel you where you belong."
He nodded, then brought the head of his cock to my sodden opening. He nudged it past the juicy lips. His shudder of gratitude was felt. Ohhhhh. He pushed more of himself into my accessible cunt, relating his physical enjoyment. "Oh, baby. Oh, Heather. Yeah."
I gazed lovingly into Danny's eyes and recognized the care in addition to the lust. I clutched him to my aroused nipples, which had gotten rock-hard, and felt myself get even more wet. "I want you, Danny. I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me-as hard as you want."
Danny plowed a little deeper into my cunt, studying my expression in the daylight. "You're so fucking gorgeous. God, Heather. What a lucky man I am to have such a sexy girl. A girl who really wants me."
"It's true," I sobbed, conscious of the pulsating thickness that entered me. "Ohhhhh. It feels so good. I love when you fuck me." I slipped my hand over his ass and caressed him. "Give it to me, push the whole thing in me. Oh yeah. All of it."
"Jesus, when you talk like that, you make my cock stiffer. It gets me fucking excited."
I drove my fingers into his heated flesh, urging him to sink the rest of his shaft into my cunthole. Danny retaliated by gritting his teeth, then sending the entire length of his cock into my crevice.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned in his face. "Ohhh, oh, God! Ohhhhh!" I slammed my head into the pillow as he moved through my pussy, filling that aching void. Why couldn't I have had this the night before. I wouldn't have given Luke a passing thought. Ohhhhhh. I emptied all the air from my lungs, then writhed beneath him. I released my grip on Danny's buns and fondled his muscled biceps.
"Baby, you're so wet," he muttered, fucking me with his cock. My body was slippery, too, having gotten greasy with sweat. "Jesus, it feels good to be in your hot, slick pussy." He jerked his way through sopping tissue to make his point. My young, sweet pussy wrapped itself around his big dick. "Oh, yeah. Oh, Heather."
I twisted feverishly below, thrusting my pelvis at him. My snatch stretched to capacity, collecting all that wonderful cock. I was stuffed with his throbbing bulk, receiving that wonderful mass between my legs.
I enclosed his waist with my thighs while he pumped me. Danny slammed his thing deep, stroking my juicy cunt lips. Faster and faster, his movements went. He was going to bring me to swift orgasm.
I became lost in my passion. "Oh, Danny, ohhhhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me good, oh, yes, it feels great. I don't want you to stop-not even for a second. Go faster, harder."
"Did I make you horny, baby?" he gasped, shoving his cock into me. He rammed all he had into my receptive pussy. "You've developed a real appetite for sex."
"Just for your cock, baby," I moaned. I clung to him as he buried himself into my cunt flesh. "I want it to stay hard fucking me. After you cum, I'll suck on it to make it big again, then I'll get on top. I want to ride you, Danny. I want to sit on your big cock. Oh, yes."
Danny eased his frantic pace and gave me a chance to excite my clit with his pulsating hardness. I rocked my pussy at him, aiming that swollen love button with delectable precision. My hips moved rapidly as my massage took effect. I enjoyed every inch I rubbed against. He groaned at my breathless enthusiasm.
"Ohhhhh, Danny, you're making me cum. That dick of yours makes me so hot. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to shoot in my pussy."
Danny needed little encouragement. As it was, my fire robbed him of his staying power. "I'm going to squirt, baby. I'm going to squirt cum in your snatch."
I could only relate to my own orgasm at the moment. Delicious spasms tore through me as I soared. My clit made the building sensation shatter with that last, lingering stroke. I spasmed roughly. I clutched the bulging muscles of his arms and ground my pussy to the base of his cock.
"Yes! Oh, Danny, yes, ohhhh!"
Danny howled with joy as he dragged my spasming body to him, stifling my screams with his trembling flesh. My nipples, so swollen from stimulation, left imprints on his chest.
"Ugghhhh, milk me, baby, milk me. Take my cum, yeah. Ugghhhhh. Feel it? Feel all that jism spewing into your cunt? Yeah, I'm cumming, cumming."
Danny's strength left him as the last of it was pumped into me. He rolled off my sweat-drenched body after he had fully discharged.
"God, that was a great fuck. I can't believe I'm still hard from all that-and ready to go again."
I smiled at him, then put my hand over my pussy. His jism poured out of my, through my fingers. "Oh, Danny, you flooded me."
He slid over to my luscious nakedness, fondling the curves. "We're going to do this all day, to celebrate my divorce," he murmured in my ear. He took my hand and brought it over his cock so I could massage him.
"What about our talk?" I whispered as he began to cover my body with himself. His stiff dick was getting ready to penetrate me.
"There's always later. What's the hurry? It's not like I'm going anywhere-and if I'm on top of you, neither will you."
Would he still want me after I told him about Luke? The words fought to roll off my tongue, yet I kept thinking about the alleviation his divorce afforded him. I didn't want to spoil the moment. Perhaps it was best to remain silent.
I could feel the blunt end of his cock delve into my soaked opening. His rigid thing went into my cunt. He started pumping, clutching my hips, pulling my body to him. "Yeah, baby, fuck me, fuck my dick."
"Ohhhh," My eyes went up in their sockets as my pussy absorbed his cock. I arched my back and bit my lip. God, he was even harder than before. Perhaps I was just tender, but his cock seemed so much thicker this time. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh."
Danny listened to me pant as I received him. He liked the sound of my whimpers. He fucked me good, sticking his thing into my juicy snatch. He moved in and out of my moist cunt lips, deriving immense satisfaction. The thought of my coming to him and opening my legs for him turned Danny on in a big way. I was his woman, supplying him with necessary pussy. Ohhhh. Nobody could quench the thirst in his loins except me.
Danny clamped me with his hands and ran his dick through my sopping lips. His balls tingled with enjoyment, full of cum. He was nearing explosion as he fucked me.
I went wild for the cock planted in my cunt. I could not squelch my appetite for Danny.
"It just keeps getting better and better," I moaned. "Ohhhhhh. It makes me ache when you go in, but I love it. Ohhhhhhh. Fuck me. Yeah."
"Thinking about you got me like that: all solid and long. I couldn't wait for you to get here. Uhhh. It feels good sinking it into that hot squish." Danny looked anxiously at me. "Get on top of me, baby. I want to slide into your cunt. I want to cum in it."
I picked up my sumptuous ass and placed it above his engorged cock. Danny held it in his fist, pushing the bulbous head between my sodden cunt lips. We both gasped as we were reattached. I shivered as they spread to admit its pussy-splitting width. Once secured, Danny fastened his hands about my waist, then pulled me down on him. I tilted my head back as he sank into my cunt.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhh."
"Yeah," he groaned, enjoying the way my pussy squeezed his cock. "Yeah." He plunged himself into my hot squish. "Work me up into that tight, moist snatch."
I felt like swooning once I was fully impaled. Danny dominated all the room I had to give. His balls were tucked beneath my ass. Moaning, I began to move. Up and down slowly, gasping as my cunt lips clung to his solid flesh. He throbbed, caught in my body, then eased from my slick pussy lips, only to be recaptured by my breathless descent.
"Ohhhh, fuck me," I panted. "Fuck me, Danny, fuck me with your big cock."
I whimpered as I was probed by the hard dick, my hips swaying in an erotic dance over his crotch. He was deeply embedded, then his thick stem slipped out of me, wet with my juices. I soaked his balls with my excitement. I willed the muscles in my pussy to clench him, giving him cunt kisses as I slid up and down his length.
I looked down at him and saw his glazed expression. He enjoyed fucking me, luxuriating in the scorching confines of my pussy. Of course, I would seem tight for something as large as what he had buried in my snatch.
I wanted it to last. It was so good, fucking Danny. I squeezed my tits, pinching the nipples until I cried out. Every vessel of my body tingled.
I humped him nice and long, loving the solid feel of his cock. My hips snapped as I rode him, clamping my hands over his shoulders. I rocked back and forth, sobbing. I whipped my blonde hair around my face, letting him see how much pleasure his stiff cock provided.
Danny merely lay back, absorbing the unfolding seconds of the highly charged sexual activity. I could spend the rest of my life on his erect cock, pounding myself to orgasm. He supplied me with what my body demanded. Watching me get fucked by his hard dick had to be a stirring departure.
"I can't get enough of this cock," I said. "I could fuck it for days."
Danny grinned. "Don't suggest something you can't complete. You're going to give me some horny ideas."
"I want your cum to flood me."
"It will."
I shivered, dwelling over the sensations that swam through my body. "There's so much of you in my pussy. So much cock. Ohhhhhhh-it aches to cram it all in me. Ohhhhhhh."
When I looked at him, I realized how desperately I wanted to bring him to orgasm. I wanted to repay him for affording me such sweet pleasure. I launched into an enthusiastic stroke, pumping him with my snug pussy. He was bound by those hot, juicy lips. I willed myself into a vise, exerting exquisite pressure.
"You're going to make me cum," Danny groaned, twisting beneath me. "I'm going to shoot."
"Yes," I moaned, slamming down. "I want you to explode."
"Yeah." Danny closed his eyes, then went tense. "Ugghhhh, uggghhh."
I felt my pussy fill with his cum. I fucked down on him while he spasmed, getting closer to orgasm myself. Danny remained hard, allowing me the chance to get off. I humped him fast and steady, each thrust bringing me within reach.
"Ohhhhh!" The blood rushed to my face. Electricity flowed through my body, crackling in my snatch. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
I jerked, my ass bucking as I contracted. It took all the energy I possessed to keep from flying off him. It was a mind-blowing orgasm.
He rolled me over, then picked up my legs, squeezing their firmness, then pulled them up until my ankles rested on his shoulders. His cock sank even deeper into my snatch. His hips worked harder, feeding me hot goo.
I felt the gush of warm cum spurt in my pussy. I closed my eyes as my own orgasm claimed my senses. My cunt tightened around him, intensifying his climax.
"Uggghhh, ugghhh, ugghhh."
He kissed me passionately on the mouth. I moaned, unable to get up. My body tingled with pleasure. I don't think either of us could have moved a muscle-we were drained.
Danny let out a shuddering gasp. His fingertips traveled down my pert tits, over my erect nipples to my hips. Gently, he detached his cock from my pussy. We watched as that semi-stiff monster came out, dripping with cum. He pumped it with his fist, as though wringing out the last blissful sensations. His weathered expression paralleled his undivided pleasure. "Whew! That was incredible," he admitted, letting out a low whistle. "I never came so hard in my life."
I gazed up at him, feeling the pang of guilt return. Should I tell him about Luke, or should I wipe the slate clean? What happened occurred in another life, at a time when neither of us were certain of anything.
Danny collapsed beside me, breathing hard. "I think that one put me out of commission for a while."
I curled up to him. "The way I feel, I think I need a break, too." My pussy throbbed from all that pushing and pulling.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" he asked, caressing my thigh.
I murmured as his fingertips stirred other impulses. "It must have slipped my mind. I'll tell you when I remember." This afternoon was too flawless to ruin. "What will you do, now that you've moved out? Will Eileen deprive you of your freedom? Will she not grant the divorce?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. With that woman, anything is possible." He turned to me, assessing me closely. "I would prefer to discuss the issue of us. Although you've professed nothing but eternal love and lust for me, there is a wide discrepancy in age. I'm forty-seven and you're nineteen. That's a pretty large gap."
"I'll be twenty in six months."
"Heather.. .I'm almost thirty years your senior. Do you think our relationship can endure when you still have your entire life ahead of you?"
My oxygen supply became threatened. "Are you saying you don't want me?"
"Not in the least. You've become an important part of my existence. If you hadn't given me the measure of affection you had, I would never have found the courage to leave Eileen."
"I hope I'm not responsible for breaking up your marriage. God, Danny-I didn't have expectations. I would never have insisted upon your abandoning Eileen. I fully understand-"
He shook his head. "My marriage has been dead for years. Eileen and I realized that long before you entered the picture."
"Does she know about me?"
"No. The only thing that finally caught her attention was my unhappiness." He squeezed my thigh, then let his fingertips float toward my pussy. "You've restored my confidence and sanity. I lived in hell until you came along."
"You make me feel like a saint."
"I owe you a debt of gratitude."
I winced. "Danny, I'm far from perfect. I would not call my pursuit of you innocent. I seduced you. I succumbed to lustful feelings I had."
"I could hold myself culpable for that. I instilled them in you. I was morally irresponsible to some degree."
"How?"
"I could have taken your hand off my crotch. I could have stopped you." He lowered his voice. "I didn't want you to take your hand away that night. I didn't want to stop the fire you started. I wanted it, too. Your consent was all that was required."
I put my head on his chest and held him close. "If
I had known that, I would have tried a whole lot sooner."
He sighed. "Let's leave things as they are. I can't demand that you devote your future to me. It wouldn't be fair to you, Heather. Someday, you might want a man closer to your age."
I adamantly shook my head. "Nobody can ever replace you in my affections, Danny. You're the one I want."
"You're too young to know exactly what you want. I took your virginity, Heather. You have no other experiences with which to measure. The fact you haven't been with another man has reduced your scope of understanding."
I swallowed with difficulty. "I have," I whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"I was with another man." The words came right out.
He looked at me, puzzled. "Who? When?"
"It doesn't matter who he was. The entire situation was a farce. But it happened last night."
He studied me with restraint.
Strange how these things have a way of coming out, I thought. "I was sexually frustrated after you called. I wanted desperately to be with you, but you were unavailable. My sister's boyfriend came over. He's been coming on to me for weeks. Recently, he intensified his efforts. I was in a much too vulnerable mood to resist him."
Danny finally spoke. "Were you glad it happened?"
"Yes and no. I'm glad to have gotten it out of my system, and I'm pleased to report that throughout the entire encounter, I found myself preferring you. Luke didn't give me the kind of satisfaction you do."
"And yet, you also regret it?"
"My first sane thought was: why did I do that?"
He looked blankly at the ceiling. For a moment, I got scared. Oh, no! He'll never want me again!
"Danny, I'm sorry if my telling you hurt. I planned on it being the first item when I got here."
He shrugged. "You have no reason to apologize, Heather. You are not accountable to me for your actions. If anyone should apologize, it should be me."
"I don't understand."
He sat up, then smiled tenderly. "For having let you down last night. For not being there when you needed someone."
"You're not angry with me?"
He shook his head. "It's actually a relief to know that I haven't controlled your impulses. You longed for this guy, yet when you finally had him, he failed to meet your expectations."
I nodded. "That's pretty much it. You know, I feel like my sister had a hand in liberating my sexual powers, too. She's always been one to openly discuss the intimate aspects of her relationships. She heightened my craving. I was more than ready to shed my virginity, yet I needed someone who could make that experience enjoyable." I brushed him with my tits. "Thanks for making it an outstanding memory."
"I'm grateful to have you."
"You can anticipate many years of me, too. I want to stay with you. I want to share your bed. I want to be a permanent fixture in your life." To authenticate those vows, I accessed his cock. Though completely limp, my feathery caress contributed that kindling spark. His cock twitched slowly, methodically into the throbbing monster I knew. "Think you can handle another round?"
"Mentally or physically?" he half-joked, watching himself get stiff.
"Let me do all the work."
He groaned. "I may have no choice."
"My pussy still aches. How about we put it in my ass?"
The thought of being enclosed in my hot buns caused his cock to jerk up. A feral glint illuminated in his eye.
"Hmmmm," I purred. "Seems like I've touched on a hot button."
His dick was still coated with the remnants of cum. I lowered my mouth to it, then disbursed some temperature-raising licks. My intent was to make him soaking wet. Danny groaned as I accomplished that plan.
"Oh, baby."
I sidled up to him, extending my slim leg over his hair-rough thigh. I squealed as the tip of his dick entered my anus. Ohhhhhh. Slowly, I twisted my ass to absorb his cock. His thickness penetrated me once again.
"Christ," he gulped, filling my ass. He clamped my hip, then assisted me. His drawn out grunt excited me.
"Oh, yeah, let's do it in my ass," I wailed, impaling myself on that shaft. After wriggling back and forth, we managed to embed him. "Go easy, baby. Fuck me slow. I want to savor it."
Danny had no problem in effecting that rhythm. I felt him push deep into my butt, then slide all but his pulsing cockhead from that puckering hole. It was far more comfortable this time around.
I sobbed with delight, loving every second he was inside me. He crammed every bit of his cock into my hot, clutching asshole until his balls were smashed to my crack. I cried out, urging him to fuck me harder, to go further than ever. I closed my eyes and let my mouth drop open. My irregular breathing was a powerful stimulant for Danny. He began to fuck me with less control and more emotion. His dick felt incredibly good in my ass.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me, Danny. Fuck my tight ass. Bring that cock high into my butt. Ohhhhhh. Yes, keep doing it. Don't stop."
He rotated my clit while pumping my ass. "I want you to cum when I do."
I wasn't keen on getting jiggled after all those previous contractions, but Danny couldn't be dissuaded. He instantly set my crotch on fire, jerking his finger over and over that inflamed button.
"Ohhhh. Oh, Danny. More!"
That hard dick jerked faster and faster in uninhibited movement. I could feel its sizzling progress through my dark channel. I shook hard, developing a fever. I constricted myself as much as possible to amplify his satisfaction.
"Oh, Heather," he groaned. "I'm going to cum in your ass."
"Yes," I encouraged, "give me what's left in my butt! Fuck my butt hole, Danny. Pound yourself into my ass! Ohhhhhhh! Oh, baby. I'm going to cum. I'm going to-ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Uggghhhhh!" he growled through clenched teeth, spasming.
Our joint seizure caused us to buck and quake. He squirted more jizz into me while wrapping his arms around my tits. It was incredibly good.
We didn't bother disconnecting ourselves; there was zero energy at our disposal, anyway. We drifted off into pleasurable slumber, knowing in advance we'd wake in each other's arms.
