Chapter Two: Sooner Than Later
Looking back on it a week later, Daisy had no idea why she even gave Dylan her phone number. He had raped her mouth, fucked her throat raw and left her unable to speak clearly for a day and a half. She had lied to her husband and told him it was allergies, and thankfully he was stupid enough to believe it.
Even more confusing to her was why she responded to his text messages. He had flirted with her and teased her throughout the week, asking her about her day, asking her for pictures. She gave in each time, sending him pictures with her cleavage exposed, with a smile on her face, showing off her outfits and her figure. It felt like high school all over again, except it was easier now that cell phones existed.
More confusing still was why she had saved his phone number to her phone. Any infidelity she was committing was made that much easier to find out, and yet she liked to see his name there. She felt giddy whenever a message from Dylan arrived, and being able to see who sent it made her days pass by more quickly. She couldn't blame herself, either. Dylan sometimes sent her pictures of his dick, like a reward for good behavior.
Most confusing of all, however, was why she was on her way to meet him. Reflecting on it logically, she could understand the sequence of events that led to it. Dylan had asked her, after all, to come see him. He had even enticed her with a picture of his limp dick, and he drove the nail in with a thick, swollen hammer that was a follow-up picture of him hard. Her panties were wet by the time she saw it, and they were flooded by the time she made it to the car. She wore her lowest cut blouse without going topless, and she made no illusions about her intentions there.
Dylan had asked Daisy to meet him at the grocery store parking lot where he had fucked her throat. On the way, she remembered the feel of his hard shaft, the joy of his blue eyes filled with mirth, and the warmth of his semen filling her stomach. She found him parked near where they had last seen each other, and a familiar, almost teenage thrill that rose in her gut. Dylan had dated her daughter when her daughter was a teen. Daisy was literally old enough to be his mother.
They didn't speak much when they met. Dylan only climbed into her SUV and told her to find them privacy. Daisy obeyed, driving him in silence to one of the many dusty backroads in the region. She felt horny the entire way, but a tension was filling the air, too. Seeing his dick had changed her perception of him, and Daisy was absolutely gushing as she drove. Dylan looked handsome in the passenger seat, better looking than he ever had while dating Summer, but the only thing that had changed about him was her knowledge of his cock.
Daisy had barely turned onto the back roads before Dylan's dick came out. She felt the car jostling as he repositioned himself in his seat and pulled his pants open. He had his pants down and his briefs down, too, and then took his cock in hand and began stroking himself to a full erection as she drove. Daisy, seeing this out of the corner of her eye, stole glances at him and smiled. Dylan smiled back, proud to see her interest and eager to entice her.
By the time they found a place to park, Dylan had worked himself to his full length. His large hands could barely meet around his thick shaft, and his crown, a swollen, sticky red, glistened with precum. Daisy, staring at him, struggled to comprehend his size. Somehow, she had managed to fit him into her mouth and, after that, her throat, too. Daisy had always preferred well-endowed men, but she had settled for William. Looking at Dylan's skinny ass holding his thick cock and stroking it for her amusement, she couldn't help but feel like she had been cheated.
Looking back, Daisy had never been happy with William, only contented. She missed big dicks, but she felt safe with Willy and allowed that safety to keep her rooted. After he cheated, she was too heartbroken to go out and enjoy herself like she wanted to. Willy had been a port in the storm for her, and now her entire world was a tempest. They moved to escape it, and only now did she find someone worthy of her infidelity.
She smiled. Dylan was much younger than her, and she imagined that he had no interest in settling down with her. She hoped he didn't anyway. William was her husband, mistakes and all. Staring at Dylan's dick, though, she saw no reason why she couldn't entertain him and why she couldn't enjoy him. This might be a form of petty revenge, but petty suited her just fine.
Parking, Daisy keyed the SUV off and then stared fixedly at her passenger's swollen, leaking cock. "So, what do you want? Did you call me out just to show me how big you get when you're hard? Cause I've already seen that. Or did you want to fuck my throat again?"
Stroking himself with one hand, Dylan grinned and took one of her hands in his. "Come on, Daisy. No need to be a bitch about this." Guiding her hand to him, he wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and made her stroke him. When he removed his hands, Daisy continued stroking, eyes fixed on his meat, breasts swaying as she did. He could see down her blouse as she touched him, and it made him even harder. "We both know why you're here, and we both know that you want to be here. So, there's no rush. Let's just sit back and enjoy ourselves while we can."
Daisy stroked him quietly, awed into silence by his size. A short woman, petite save for her curves, Daisy's tiny hand couldn't even meet around him, he is so thick. The veins of his cock made his manhood appear to her like an over-developed muscle, and his rigidity was like steel. The heat of him seemed to fill the SUV and made her swelter. She wanted nothing more than to strip naked and to please him, but she contained herself.
Dylan watched her, and she caught him watching and smiled. He smiled back. "You're a size queen, aren't you, Daisy?"
Daisy blinked and squeezed him. To that point, she had been focused on his dick. Of course, she was aware that a body was attached to the dick, but the dick seemed to be the body itself, and the body was ultimately tertiary. Hearing him speak, she suddenly remembered him to be a living, breathing human being and not a sentient dick with a body there to carry it around. She stared him in the eyes then, a little disappointed, but at no point did she stop. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You are a size queen," he said. "Summer was a size queen, too, but Caleb scared her too much for her to live like one. If he had left us alone, then she would have been sucking my balls and begging me for my babies within a week--a month, tops." He chuckled to himself as he throbbed in her hand. "Shit is genetic, I swear. So, she either got it from you, or your old man, and judging from the way you're drooling over my dick, I'd guess it was you."
Daisy returned her attention to his dick and slowed the movement of her hand as she considered his words. She imagined Summer being fingered by Dylan, and then she imagined Summer being fucked by him. She imagined her daughter, shorter than her but plenty thick, being plowed and stretched by Dylan's enormous endowments. Then, straining, she struggled to imagine Summer as anything but Dylan's personal cock sleeve and slave. When she couldn't, she felt distraught, not because she thought Dylan might be right, but because Summer's submission seemed understandable to Daisy. In her mind, she and Summer could possibly both be size queens. In fact, holding him, it seemed impossible to deny.
Daisy flashed him a smile. "Oh, I don't know, Dylan. I might be, but like Summer, I never got a real chance to find out." She winked at him and then, holding his dick, leaned forward to pull him into a kiss. The kiss was deep but measured. Daisy tasted him carefully, enjoying his flavor but parting before he could seize her by the head. He throbbed in her hand and stared, stunned, into her eyes and into her cleavage. Sitting back, Daisy tucked her hair back behind one ear and stared at his swollen member. "Why don't we find out?"
Following that, Dylan could barely speak. He remembered the age difference between them and stammered. While he had absolute confidence in his success after he had fucked her face only a week ago, her willing participation in this was surprising and arousing enough to leave him literally leaking. Daisy, in turn, noticed this and scrambled over the center console to situate herself onto Dylan's lap with her womanly thighs parted around him. There, she sat stroking him with both hands, moaning. "Let's find out who Summer got her dick-loving genes from!"
Releasing him briefly, she hiked her skirt up to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. Her pubic hair was blond and neatly trimmed. Tilting her head, she swept her hair to the side before seizing him by the cock and guiding him into her. It took effort to ease him in. His was the biggest dick of her life, and she could only guide him by feel with breasts as big as hers blocking her view. Despite these difficulties, she took him with one fluid movement, his head parting her like a spear point and her weight forcing him into her depths.
Braced against Dylan, with her breasts heavy against his skinny chest, Daisy moaned as she welcomed him into her. Dylan moaned, too, astonished by the wet warmth of her womanhood. Even as experienced as she was, Daisy was tight, and she hugged him like a vice as she took him to her cervix. There, she held him, panting against him, groaning against him with a few inches just shy of entering her.
"Fuck," she moaned. "That is good!" Sitting back, she swept her long, curly blond hair back and remained seated to catch her breath. Then, taking hold of him by the shoulders to steady herself, she smiled. Dylan was staring at her in wide-eyed shock, his cock throbbing inside of her, steel hard and nearly ready to burst. The confidence he had exhibited yesterday when he fucked her throat had been hot, but this wide-eyed surprise endeared her, too. She laughed. "But I think it's still too early to tell if I'm a slut or not." Flexing, she tightened around him and groaned. "Mm. Let's fuck to find out?"
Dylan, staring breathlessly, nodded without any thoughts in his head. He was all pleasure as Daisy laughed and began riding him. Even without Dylan's active participation, it was easily the best sex of either of their lives. Her ex before William, the father of her first daughter, had been big enough but not nearly as long or thick as Dylan. The difference in size was pronounced and was, Daisy realized as she shook on Dylan, a thrill of its own. Dylan wasn't just a schoolboy, and Daisy wasn't just some high school slut. He was special, and by fucking her, he made her special, too.
