Chapter 3
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."