"Well, here we are, safe and sound." Daryl Brock shut the car engine off and turned to face his date, grinning. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Gwen King gave a nervous little laugh as his arm slipped casually about her shoulders.
"Of course, it wasn't," she said quickly, blushing. "Tm – I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. As a matter of fact, this was one of the nicest dates I can remember. I really did enjoy it, even, even if I didn't seem to."
She fell quiet, embarrassed at her admission. Though she'd gone out with several men over the past few weeks, she liked Daryl best. The problem was that she had trouble showing it. Married for ten years and widowed for another eight, she couldn't help feeling like a nervous schoolgirl when it came to dating. It had been too many years since she'd been with a man other than her son. In fact, it was that very realization that had caused her to start going out again in the first place. She had begun to admit to herself that her son was growing into a man, and would soon want a life of his own, away from home.
Realizing what he was up against, Daryl made his voice soothing. "I understand, maybe even better than you think. But after all, this is just our third date together. I don't want you to think for one moment that I intend to give up, no matter how long it takes. You've spent too much time alone, that's all. You need what a man has to offer, and we salesmen are a pretty persistent bunch. You'll see. I'll have you loosening up in no time."
As he talked, the hand on Gwen's shoulder slipped around so that it fell lightly over one of her big jutting tits.
For an instant she was inclined to push his hand away. It had been years since any man had touched her that intimately even if the touch was no more than a brief brush of fingertips against the stretched fabric of her dress.
But something stopped her. A sudden giddy jolt of pleasure made her hesitate. Daryl was an attractive bachelor, and he knew it. The way his grey eyes always twinkled with mischief, and the way his handsome features – enhanced by a rich halo of curly black hair and an athletic figure – never failed to make her glow with an almost unfamiliar warmth. She felt her cunt begin to cream.
"I… I think I'd better go in now."
"Just a minute more, okay?" Daryl's eyes flicked down over her low-cut pale-blue dress. Gwen was the most voluptuous woman he'd ever dated. A tall brunette with long slender legs and flared hips and a pair of tits that were a teenager's daydream, she was one of the most attractive women in town. Though he sensed her hesitation, something in her high-cheeked face and the slight parting of her full sensuous lips encouraged him.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry, is there? After all, it's still early. What you need is to relax more, let yourself go a little bit. I don't bite, you know. At least, not very hard."
He shifted his body, pressing his thigh against hers. Given felt herself wilting as the hand on her tit began to knead, imperceptibly at first, then with growing assurance.
"That's it," Daryl said, his breath hot against her neck. "Just put yourself into my hands, and I'll show you exactly how to relax."
With an effort, she tried to stop what was happening.
"Daryl, please, I don't think mmmmm…"
At that moment his mouth came down to drown her protest, his tongue pushing her lips apart and diving into her moist depths.
Gwen reacted instinctively, her tongue clashing with his. She could feel her nipple erecting in the smothering confines of its bra-cup, straining for his palm. She moaned.
When Daryl pulled back at last, his voice was a husky chuckle. "You see? I told you I knew just how to make you feel better. It's time we really got to know each other, Gwen. Since it looks like we may be dating quite a bit from now on, I want you to get comfortable and relaxed."
He was massaging her tit openly now, hefting its hugeness in the taut restraint of her dress.
Despite the old familiar need boiling up inside her, Gwen tried to fight back. "Please, Daryl, I-I don't think this is the kind of relaxing we ought to do right here in the car like this. Maybe… maybe some other time, when we've gotten more comfortable together."
"Oh, but we are comfortable," he replied, moving his free hand down to cover one of hers. "We've spent our last two dates doing just that. However, there's one detail that's been making me uncomfortable, and it's getting worse every time I'm with you. I've been wanting to get my hands on this luscious body of yours until I can't stand to walk another minute. And, to be honest, you deserve to know just where I've been most uncomfortable of all – like right here."
Before she could object, Daryl guided her hand to his crotch. An instant later, she found herself cupping his enormous swelled prick that strained against his trousers.
She felt her cunt oozing a horny flood of juice. Her fist clenched instinctively over the first cock she'd held in years.
"Ahhh…" Daryl groaned.
She squeezed his cock hard, unable to stop herself.
"AIX, baby, that's it. Get a good long feel of what you've been doing to me from the first time we met. And while you're getting to know me a little better, I think I'll do a bit of the same."
Suddenly he grasped the shoulder strap of her dress and pulled it down.
Shocked by his maneuver, Gwen stiffened. "Daryl, don't!"
She tried to cover herself with one hand as the other held onto his throbbing crotch, rhythmically squeezing his prick as if fearful that it might vanish if she let go.
"This is awful, right here in the car like this – oh, don't!"
But it was too late to stop him, even if she'd really wanted to. With one hand pulling her shoulder strap down, he reached up with the other and jerked the bra cup aside.
Her tit leaped free, its huge milky paleness peaking in the stiff point of one of the biggest, nipples Daryl had ever seen. Her nipple jutted out more than an inch in length, a quivering finger-thick spire.
With a groan, he leaned down, capturing her enormous spiked nipple between his lips and sliding his tongue across its hard roughness.
Gwen moaned softly, taken by complete surprise. The first feel of Daryl's hot engulfing lips was enough to thrust aside any objections she might have. In a moment of luxurious release, she arched her shoulder, pushing her big aching tit to his mouth.
"Oh… oh God, that feels so good…"
Her voice was a purr as he lapped and sucked at her rigid nipple, bringing it to full quivering attention. As if a dam had burst deep in her cunt, Gwen felt a fountain of pussyjuice drench her panties. Her hand on Daryl's sheathed prick began to stroke lovingly along its length, exploring every cramped inch of hardness.
"Mmmmm…" he groaned, fastening his lips on her out thrust nipple and sucking it harshly, milking at the big sweet spire with greedy smacking noises. At the same time his hands were busy, one fumbling at the back of her dress and the other sliding up between her closed legs. His finger brushed the silky wetness between her slim thighs.
Dimly, as the top of her dress fell limp and the hook on her bra loosened with a snap, Gwen knew she should stop what was happening. A little innocent fondling on the third date was one thing, but this was going altogether too far. They weren't a couple of horny teenagers, after all! They were two respectable adults in their mid-thirties – why, she had an almost grown-up son! What if Troy looked out a window right now and peered at the car, saw what was going on…
However, as Daryl's probing fingers located the crevice of her cunt and began to stroke there, all protest drifted from her in a small whimper as she felt her legs slip apart in a gush of horny juice.
Gwen couldn't resist. The touch of his hand against her silk-clad pussy felt like an electric jolt. She could practically hear his muffled chuckle as her thighs separated, letting his fingertips glide along the length of her pantied cunt.
Her hand was busily exploring his cock now, greedily clutching at its stiffness. As if by magic, she felt his zipper slithering down in her fingers. An instant later, his prick soared up, bare and hard and bobbing.
Without hesitation, her hand swooped down, fingers tightening in a fist around his big veined cock and sliding up and down its length. She felt the thick smooth hardness of a prick that had been denied her so long. Her fingertips glided over the sensitive knobbed head of his cock and left a little burning trail of wetness.
Almost before she knew it, Gwen was pumping on his delicious prick as if she'd done it every day of her life.
"Jesus," Daryl hissed. "That's right, baby! Oh, yeah, that's real good! And while we're at it, I'll just make you a little more comfortable too…"
Gwen barely heard him. Within moments her dress was bunched at her waist, and he was grasping her panties and tearing them down as he continued to lap and suck her big tits, making them both slick with his saliva.
"Ahhh, yesss!" she purred, arching as the panties slid off her hips. A second later they glided down her legs and off.
"Ummmmm…" Daryl pulled back from her now-aching tits with a grin. "That's it, honey. Just keep handling my cock like that, while I do some handling of my own – Christ!"
His hand had dipped between her open thighs. Her startled gasp of amazement rose when his fingers entwined in the richest mound of cuntfur he'd ever felt.
Despite the mixture of hunger and embarrassment surging through her, Gwen had to laugh. Her laugh came out husky with need. "Wha… umm, what's the matter, dear? Haven't you ever felt a woman's pussy before?"
He was staring down at the thickest, most luxurious bush of fur he'd ever seen. It covered her cunt completely. His fingers, enmeshed in her soft downy cunt hair, were almost hidden by its fleecy fullness.
"Damn," he muttered, his lips twitching in a pleased grin. "I thought I had, until now. You must have something really worth hiding there – and I'm just the one to find out what."
As he spoke, his fingers plowed through her thick fur, locating the sopping slash of her tingling cunt and sliding across it to discover the hot tightlipped hole that seemed to open to his touch.
"Uhhh…" Gwen sobbed as his finger pushed between her cuntlips and worked into her, reaming out long-unused pussy muscles. She squirmed sensually on the car seat, drawing her legs even wider apart for that first exploring probe.
Daryl chuckled. "Well, it looks as if I've finally discovered the source of your tension. Maybe this'll ease it a bit."
His finger began to ease in and out, making little squishing sounds as her cuntlips clutched at his stiff finger.
"Ahh…" she groaned, quickly losing the last of her inhibitions. "Oh God, that feels so good! Keep doing that! Put your finger all the way inside me… yesss, that's it, now – ohhh! Oh, Daryl, that's so nice, now use your thumb on my clit, tease it, just a little bit – uhhhmmm!"
He pushed his finger completely inside her cunt and rolled the ball of his thumb across her oily hooded clit, flicking the stiff bud until fresh spasms of juice poured over his hand.
Dimly, Gwen realized the picture they made. Sitting parked in front of her own house almost totally nude and letting a man who was virtually a stranger finger-fuck her like this, where almost anyone walking past could see.
However, any reluctance had long since flooded out of her in gush after horny gush of cunt juice, and she felt wave after wave of fresh pussyjuice ooze from her cunt as all the years of loneliness drained away.
Her cunt was careening against his hand, bunching for the finger that now plunged in and out of her pussy like a cock.
"Oh, my God, that's it!" she wailed as he stroked her clit into tortured joy. "Shove it into me! Faster, baby, faster! Make me come! Fuck me hard until I come! Ohhhhh, yes, Daryl, you're doing it! Now, lover, now – aaaaahhhhh!"
Bouncing wildly in the cramped car, she climaxed in blast after blast of pure unleashed frenzy, clinging to his prick and not hearing his groans of mixed pain and pleasure. Her fingers gripped his hard rippling flesh and pumped furiously.
Totally enraptured, at the first freedom she'd allowed herself in years, Gwen shuddered in orgasm after orgasm, her completion an unending chain of oblivion.
"Aaannnhhh!"
At last, satiated and drained, she sank back, gasping and panting on the car seat.
But Daryl hadn't finished with her yet. Sliding his drenched finger from her twat, he entwined his hand in her shoulder-length hair, pushing her gently down.
"Christ, you've really been wanting it bad haven't you?" He laughed, lowering her head to his crotch. "But now it's my turn to give a few directions, hon. And the first direction is for you to show me how much you want my cock. Come on, Gwen, like a nice girl. Just give it a kiss and a lick or two. What's a better way to get to know it?"
At first she didn't understand what was happening. Then she felt his fat prickhead pushing against her lips and by then it was too late. They parted automatically, closing over the reddened cock knob tat slipped into her mouth. Her tongue flicked tentatively over the huge throbbing cockhead, tasting the droplet of tangy cum that had collected on his pisshole.
That taste was enough. It had been a long time since she'd drunk a man's cum, and that promising droplet had her instantly sucking for more. Her head began to move up and clown with familiarity.
"Uummm…"
Daryl gasped his surprise as she took in more of his prick without the least resistance, her long glossy hair covering his thighs and her tongue darting eagerly over his cock.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice. Move those sweet lips of yours up and down on my prick just as if it was sinking into that delicious pussy you've been keeping from me. Oh, Jesus!"
She gasped, sucking on his hard thrusting prick with all the unrestrained need he'd aroused in her. Lips encompassing his inflamed cockhead and moving in a fucking motion on his shaft, she took in more and more of his jerking meat until her lips pushed against the cold metal of his zipper and her throat was engorged with his rigid prick.
Gwen remembered instinctively how to relax her throat muscles so that his cock filled her completely without gagging her. Sucking hard enough to make her cheeks draw in and form a tight vise around his prick, she bobbed her head up and down with increasing need, moaning and slurping.
"Oh, Jesus, that's good," Daryl managed, hunching up to ram his aching cock between her willing lips. "Faster, babe. Make me come, just like I did you. Eat my prick real nice so I can come in your mouth. That's it! Oh, Christ, yeah, now you're doing it… now baby, now!"
Sensing the eruption that was surging through his shuddering body, Gwen sucked more fiercely than ever, intent now on repaying Daryl's favor fully.
"Yeah, gorgeous, suck – oh, you beautiful bitch! That's it, now. Yeahhh!"
He wrenched up suddenly, his cock exploding in Gwen's mouth.
"Muuufff…" She gulped greedily as he spasmed up in a wrenching motion that drive his prick to its hilt down her throat. The first blast of cock-cream flooded her mouth to overflowing, quickly followed by a second and a third. Hot spurts of cum streamed down her throat, and she found herself sucking hungrily for more until the last drop of jism had been drained from his magnificent prick.
At last, satisfied and smiling with a sheer boldness that was totally unlike her, she raised her head and smiled. "It that what you meant by getting to know each other better?"
Daryl laughed, overjoyed at her sudden change in attitude. "I think we can safely say we're making progress. God, has anyone ever told you that you give the best head in the country?"
Giving his prickhead one last luxurious kiss, she rose and began to adjust her clothing, feeling impishly free and happy. "As a matter of fact, you happen to be the first. But then, I do try to keep it a secret, you know."
He laughed again, then gave her a final crushing kiss before she climbed out of the car and turned to say goodbye.
"That makes me wonder what other secrets you've been keeping," he say slyly, winking at her. "How about tomorrow night? Maybe we can make a few more discoveries – or at least have some fun trying."
Gwen nodded without thinking. "All right. But don't get the idea I do this kind of thing all the time. By tomorrow night I expect to be back to normal. So there."
She playfully stuck out her tongue and Daryl grinned widely.
"We'll see," he said, without a hint of concern. "But I suspect that you may be the one in for a surprise."
As he pulled away and she walked a bit unsteadily up the front walk, Gwen had to admit that he was right. He had only just begun. And from the churning deep in her cunt, the best was yet to come.