Chapter 4

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.