Dani And The Dork Ch 02

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.

And so Ollie felt it. For the first time ever, a hand that wasn't his own curled slowly around his shaft. Smaller and daintier, its grip was clearly well practiced, and the gentlest application of pressure was all that was necessary for Ollie's eyes to dilate in disbelief. His chest rose and fell dramatically with frantic breaths. His neck shook as he lowered his gaze back down. All he could do now was watch, in mute trepidation, as Dani flicked her wrist and gave a single, experimental stroke.

Ollie exhaled as a jolt of pleasure unlike any he had felt before rippled up the length of his cock, gathering in his tailbone and shivering its way up his spine. Seemingly pleased with this reaction, he heard Dani make a little cooing noise as she settled back, balancing on the balls of her feet.

Dani was perfectly well aware that Ollie didn't fit her usual type in the slightest. Yet something about what she was doing not only drove her on with a sense of purpose, but also ensured that the slit between her legs remained soaked and steaming hot. Her senses had been hijacked, and it prompted her to start skillfully stroking the vigorous organ whose tip hung mere inches from the end of her button nose.

Perhaps it was the simple taboo of it all... along with the sneaking realisation that a guy possessing so little sexual experience may just be willing to do whatever she needed to take the edge off her seemingly interminable state of arousal.

An extended groan from high above regained Dani's attention. Ollie's head lolled against the tree trunk, his mouth hung open in a daze of stunned delight. His cock was already starting to spit out a slow release of pre-cum, melting over Dani's thumb and between her fingers, and her pace quickened as she slid her hand from base to tip and back again, utilising the extra lubrication as best she could. The aroma hit her as if she had snorted a line of table salt, and she licked her lips in anticipation for the sting of his cum, his actual cum, upon her tongue and down her throat.

Another groan. It rumbled from deep inside Ollie, punctuating the quick, slick sounds of Dani's hand upon his member. The contrast to the other noises that surrounded them -- birds sounding in the trees like wind chimes, children shouting and laughing and splashing through the water, the languid breeze rustling the leaves -- was nothing short of depraved. Nobody knew what they were doing there, nestled in the embrace of the great willows, despoiling the sanctity of such a familiar space.

The two college students were well covered, but that didn't mean they weren't vulnerable to being discovered. Especially considering the half-stupefied noises that Ollie expelled with every fervent tug of his bristling cock. Yet the urge to take it further, to add to the sordidness of their situation, gnawed at Dani incessantly as her pleading pussy whined and her figure-hugging top and shorts started to feel just a little too tight against her heated skin.

"Dani, you... you can stop if you want to." Ollie struggled to coherently push the words out as yet another satisfied grunt escaped him. "It's real nice of you, but I didn't expect... I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to."

"Force me?" Dani just raised a bemused eyebrow at him. "You're not forcing me to do anything. I wouldn't be doing any of this if I didn't want to."

"But I don't...

why

do you want to?" He just couldn't understand it. He couldn't rationalise how a girl as blindingly hot as her could ever be willing to take him into her hand, or her mouth, or anywhere else for that matter.

To Ollie's credit, if there truly was anything to give Dani pause, it was that. Why

was

she doing this?

It wasn't unusual for her to start feeling a little frisky after exercising. But this whole morning had felt different from the get-go. More blood pumped through her veins than usual. A higher volume of adrenaline spiked in her body.

Was she just trying to get back at Ryan?

You're nothing special. I like your geeky roommate's cock just as much as I liked yours.

Perhaps. But the idea that this was all because of what had happened on Friday night was one that Dani didn't want to entertain, and so she quashed it.

Ollie was still looking at her. This whole situation was outlandish enough that he clearly expected an actual answer. Dani shrugged.

"Does it really matter?" She surprised herself with a mirthful burst of laughter, as her closed fist travelled back and forth along Ollie's prodigious length with clockwork efficiency. He was so thick that her thumb and fingers couldn't even meet around his tool as she held him. "Maybe I just want you to stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself for once."

"But I don't... I thought..." The poor boy sounded genuinely confused as he spluttered and fumbled. If he had been only a little less anxious, he might have found a perverse humour in the fact that he was no closer to understanding the female sex even when one of its finest specimens had her hands wrapped around his cock.

"God, you really are such a virgin." Dani bit her lip as a mischievous twinkle flared behind her pupils. "You know, virgin boy, the bigger the cock, the quicker I usually want it in my mouth." Her eyes shimmered in the streaking sunlight, and Ollie grunted as he felt his balls tighten, the contents jostling already to escape and paint Dani's pretty face in their translucent streaks. His fingertips stabbed into his thighs as he tried to hold it together, squirming and determined not to let it all come to a sudden and tragic end.

Perhaps that was what she really wanted? To make him cum quickly and prematurely, before she had even progressed to the promised blowjob, and turn him into even more of a laughing stock? Once more, the vexing idea that her friends were lurking somewhere nearby, just out of sight and filming his pending humiliation, needled him.

But any real desire Ollie may have truly had to throw off the captivating shackles of Dani's feminine attention remained astronomically minimal compared to one simple, subliminal joy. The joy of, at long last, having his cock touched by someone that wasn't him.

God, it really did feel so much better when someone else was doing it.

Right on cue, the mist of Dani's breath drifted tantalisingly over his bare prick. Ollie's hamstrings clenched as a renewed swell of alarm seized him. He watched, paralyzed, as she guided his member to her pouting lips, closing the distance until she leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the tip. Even this light contact sent a surge up the pulsing appendage and into Ollie's stomach, and his balls drew up forcefully as Dani looked at him with a tiny pearl of pre-cum nestled in the central groove of her upper lip.

"You know what?" Her elegant eyelashes fluttered like blackened butterfly wings. "You can consider this my official apology for fucking Ryan instead of you."

"Wait. Dani! This really isn't necess--" But the panicked tumble of words came too late, and was severed in an instant as Dani tipped her chin forwards and pushed the tip of Ollie's cock against her plump, pink lips. Effortlessly they slid around his glans and across his tremoring rod, gradually taking in inch after inch until she had engulfed almost the whole shaft as far as his aching balls. A low, drawn out groan flung aside Ollie's protests as a myriad of magnificent sensations struck him all at once -- concentrated in his groin, emanating from and pioneered by the tight close of her exquisite lips around his mushroom-shaped head and the indecent caress of her searching tongue.

Dani pulled back in a slow and sensual slide. Sparks of glee fired off her tongue in all directions as she dragged it along the underside of Ollie's shaft, her senses amplified as he writhed to the tune of her delectable tease, until she dove back in for another taste and to take in even more than before. Ollie's cockhead impacted against the roof of Dani's mouth, causing a muffled mewl to slip through as it pulsed millimetres from the back of her throat.

There she held him for a bit, casting her eyes upwards for a measure of his reaction. Ollie looked torn between equal measures of horror, shock, and arousal as his nostrils flared and his eyes bulged with incredulity. Even with her mouth stuffed full Dani couldn't help but loose a subdued giggle at the sight.

"I... I kinda like this apology," Ollie weakly admitted.

"Mmm. It's a very special apology," Dani simpered, as she rubbed her lips across the head of his cock, painting them lavishly with his pre-cum. She licked up every drop, smiling toothily at him.

Dani barely gave Ollie a second before she lunged back after a quick gasp of air. Into her yearning mouth went his throbbing glans, making her exhale with satisfaction as the underside lingered hotly against her tongue. She grasped the shaft with both hands, the furthest one tickled by Ollie's twisted tumbleweed of pubic hair, and began to pump it in a sordid rhythm as she sucked and slurped. Ollie made another noise from overhead, the loudest yet and layered with the sounds of soothing tension as his trembling body settled back against the trunk. All while Dani's tongue leapt to life with a mind of its own, lathering his engorged cockhead with an efficient yet entrancing tenderness.

The overall sensation of having his dick sucked was new and overwhelmingly unfamiliar. Ollie squirmed with a slight jump of his crotch, as if some part of him wanted to throw her off. Every lap of her tongue; the loving massage of her soft palms upon his cock; the otherworldly yet intensely pleasing suction of her heated mouth -- each feeling came with equal intensity to how he felt when he pleasured himself by his own hand, and yet something about this felt so much more gratifying, so much more rewarding, than masturbation ever had done.

Ollie stiffened again as Dani looked to him with ravishing amber eyes, glowing like streetlamps, shrouded by silken lashes and caked with an expression he had certainly never seen before from any girl. The corners of her eyes were upturned in place of a smile she couldn't manage, driving the sparking euphoria that fired up his shaft like an electric current.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Ollie's hands flew forwards. In one he snatched up Dani's long, thick ponytail at the base and gripped it hard, relishing for a second the luxurious silkiness of her tied chestnut tresses. The other he pressed roughly into her scalp. Then, as if driven by some involuntary instinct, he pushed her down ruthlessly on his cock.

Dani yelped and gasped simultaneously, the sound congealing into a crude, choking moan as she gagged enthusiastically around Ollie's dense shaft like a fervid little porn star. From high above he gasped in excitement at the sight, at the way he stretched her slutty mouth so obscenely. But also in terror at the move he had made, spraying in response a sizeable spurt of pre-cum across Dani's tongue as it lapped torridly against his tingling rod. Trails of saliva, mixed with Ollie's pre-seed, were forced out of Dani's crammed mouth and down her chin in long silvery strands, snapping to drip upon and sizzle against the pliant flesh of her cleavage.