Author's Note:
This is the second part of a two part chapter in my 'Pandora's Box' series. The main sexual themes of the series are breeding, impregnation, and pregnancy risk, which feature heavily as a core part of the narrative. A simplified synopsis of the series, along with a full list of chapters and the chronological order to read them in, can be found in my bio for those interested.
I would like to extend special thanks to my editor for their invaluable help with both this chapter and the previous one, as well as to my regular readers for their patience. I am well aware that I have kept you all waiting many, many months for the continuation of Dani's story. I do not plan for such a lull to occur again.
Comments, discussion, and constructive feedback are encouraged as always, and I hope you all enjoy!
...Nothing Gained
Dani had never moved faster. Her hand flew to Ollie's wrist, and she tugged him off the path and across the grass.
He staggered after her, still not quite believing the words that had come out of his mouth.
Did I really just call her a slut?
His stomach spun as she turned and beamed at him -- an ensnaring look tinged with such rogue energy that his heart jumped as he gawped shakily back.
They reached a small copse about 20 metres from the path, a smattering of verdant willows with low hanging leaves that crowned a small bump of a hill near the lake. The branches parted obediently as they rustled through, getting in as deep as they could until the sounds of the park were safely muffled all around them. Dani shoved Ollie with his back to a tree trunk before immediately dropping into a low squat right in front of him.
Ollie's heart somersaulted into his throat as he felt her fingers tear at the fly of his jeans, and he flung his eyes to the canopy above, wincing as his head smacked against hard tree bark. What the hell was she doing? Surely she wasn't
actually
going to--
The zipper of his jeans came down with a keen and rapid swipe, pinched between Dani's urging thumb and forefinger. His consternation must have been etched all over his face, for Dani looked up and grinned disarmingly at him, her perfect teeth shining like a row of diamonds. "Relax, honey," she simpered, tracing her nails across his thigh, "I don't bite. Well, not just yet anyway."
Ollie didn't even know what to say back. He could hardly even think straight. Instead, he simply stared down at Dani as she wrangled with the rough fabric of his jeans, now trying to force the stiff button of his trouser fly to release. Her gaze drew back up to his as she worked, and their eyes met, held by a magnetic intensity that fused them together in the moment, a moment in which neither was quite sure where they stood with the other.
Dani's aroused smile faltered a little, and she even seemed to wilt for a second under his looming eye contact. "This, uh... this normally doesn't take as long."
"It's okay," Ollie stammered awkwardly, finally gathering enough self-control to tear his gaze away. He glanced quickly from side-to-side, like a hare in headlights. Okay? Right now, he felt anything but okay. "Look, before this goes any further... this is just a joke, right? You're fucking around with me? I mean, we both know there's no way you're actually gonna give me a blowjob."
He was trying to keep a level head. It was almost like being back in high school. Perhaps Dani's friends were hiding out of view, recording him and laughing to themselves? Watching with bated breath and cackling with amusement at the way she would bring him to the edge of hope, and then ditch him with his pants around his ankles. Surely there was no way in hell that a girl as outrageously hot as Daniella Cruz actually
desired
to suck his cock?
"Is that seriously what you think? As if I had nothing better to do. Ah-hah!" Dani let loose a triumphant grunt as she finally succeeded in undoing the button on Ollie's jeans, and his head jerked as she tugged the garment down his thighs and to his knees in a single movement. The heat of the day bled through the leaves and ran across his exposed, skinny legs.
"We're just having a bit of fun, remember?" Dani continued, giving him a cheeky wink. Her breath dusted over the flimsy cotton shield of his checkered boxer shorts as she spoke, and Ollie's whole body tensed like drawn wire as his cock, which had already grown exponentially, started to shove itself insistently against the thin fabric towards her.
Ignoring the trepidation that twisted its owner's insides, Ollie's most inexperienced organ seemingly knew what was coming its way. As blood rushed from his swimming head to his crotch it emerged, with compelling vigour and direction, sensing an opportunity that had finally arrived after all the years of dormancy.
"Well, well. Looks like you're even looking forward to having a bit of fun," Dani said with a sly smirk. It took Ollie a second or two to even realise that Dani's slender fingers had curled around his rapidly swelling appendage, albeit outside his boxers. She rubbed her thumb deliberately over his tip, eliciting from him a soft grunt as his member twitched in her grip.
Dani's puckish expression, however, started to fade as she looked back to her hand and the clothed cock held within it. It vibrated against her palm like a living creature, its gathering heat surging against her skin through the material. She loosened her hold as she realised, with an incredulous stare, that Ollie's erect penis was still growing.
"Oh my God," Dani said, looking to Ollie and then back to his crotch in amazement. Her eyes bulged, and her free hand flew to her mouth in shock.
Six inches. Seven. Eight. Ollie shot past each milestone with flying colours and every added centimetre of straining flesh. Dani could hardly believe it. It just kept going.
"You're kidding me," Dani gasped, shaking her head slowly. "Fuck, Ollie, did you make a deal with the devil or something? How'd you end up with this beast between your legs?" She drew back a little, her trainers scraping in the dirt. "It's so... how is it... oh my God."
Ollie was lost for words again. Part of him wondered whether he needed to thank her. He had always been embarrassed by the size of his penis, convinced that he was, if anything, too big. But Dani seemed enthralled as she hefted him in her hand and prodded like a kitten with a ball of yarn, her mouth hung open just enough to match the fascination in her wide hazel eyes. His chest was still tight with nerves, and he gulped in an attempt to further suppress his mounting panic.
Yet, as he stared, he also willed her to go through with whatever she had in store for him. If nothing else, to prove that he wasn't about to wake up and find himself alone in his bed, stained by the sticky aftermath of some torturous wet dream.
"God, Ollie, you're huge." Dani's gaze finally met his again. "You're so fucking hard. Would it be okay if... can I..." The college babe's brain seemed to short-circuit for a second, before she blinked some sense back into herself. "You said you've never had a blowie before?"
"That's right," Ollie stuttered, turning a little red at the reminder of his chronic virginity.
"Does that mean you've also never had a... you know..." Dani made a jerking off motion with her hand, and Ollie just shook his head in reply.
"Holy hell," Dani said. She licked her lips, her voice thick with lewd craving. The monster cock was hers. All hers.
Dani's hands sprung to the waistband of Ollie's boxer shorts and pulled hard. The garment wasn't so much removed by her as it was cast aside by the titanic rod that ogled her so imperiously. A temperate breeze skimmed across Ollie's crotch as his boxers joined his jeans in a ring around his shins, and his naked cock rose to meet its eager challenger, restless to prove its worth after knowing nothing but the clammy palm of its owner for so many years.
"Goddamn," Dani whispered, the single word barely audible yet filled with astonishment. It looked even larger uncovered. Dani felt a tad nervous as she eyeballed the swollen pole, taking in its smooth, torpedo-like shape, the pulsing veins that traversed its length, and the unkempt mound of pubic hair that decorated the base. It was almost certainly the most robust part of Ollie's scraggly frame -- a solid 8.5 inches in length, with enough girth to plug her mouth perfectly... as well as any other orifices she might have felt so inclined to introduce him to.
If anything, there was a good chance Ollie was bigger than many of the brash, musclebound guys Dani usually liked to bed. With the crowning addition of a pair of loose-hanging, orb-shaped balls for her to play with, it was an artistically erotic instrument of sexual release that made Dani salivate from both her mouth and pussy at sight alone. A cock like this deserved no more time wasted on simple flattery.