Chapter 1
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.