Chapter Four: Lunchbreak
Days passed, and Dylan and Daisy spend the time trading text messages. By the weekend, Dylan had begun sending her pictures of his dick. Sometimes he was limp, sometimes he was hard, sometimes he had just stroked himself to climax. Daisy found all of them sexy, though she thought of the post-climax pictures as a waste. She wanted to be there. She wanted to be the one who did that to him.
In return, Daisy sent him pictures of her own. She sent him images of her naked breasts wet from a shower, or pictures of her glistening pussy held parted by her gleaming fingers. She sent him pictures of her half-lidded eyes and dazed smile, and each day she grew hornier and more desperate for his cock. An entire week passed, however, before they saw each other again.
After trading multiple pictures, Dylan finally convinced Daisy to leave work on her lunch break and meet him. Living in a small town, Daisy had to drive to a larger town nearby to work. Dylan agreed to meet her in that larger town. They met at a nearby grocery store and parked near the back, where they were unlikely to be caught. Dylan was there waiting when Daisy arrived, and she rolled to a stop beside him with her window down and a smile on her face. When Dylan climbed from the car, her heart began to hammer.
Dylan's long, lanky frame filled her passenger window as he leaned in with a grin. He looked handsome to her, and he seemed cocky. "Daisy? Good to see you again! I was wondering when you'd come crawling..."
"Yadda-yadda, Dylan. We ain't got time to shoot the shit. Get your dick and the rest of you in here or get out. I only have so much time on my lunch break."
Daisy nearly burst out laughing to see Dylan suddenly go wide-eyed and quiet. He obeyed, joining her in her car and undoing his pants immediately once inside. Even limp, his dick was impressive, longer and thicker than her husband and swelling rapidly to boot. By a look at it, Daisy wagered him to be nearly as large as her largest ex already, and her pussy ached to feel him again.
"Well, well," Daisy purred, licking her lips as she watched him grow. The thick flavor of his semen returned as a memory, and suddenly she wanted to throat him just as much as she wanted to mount him and have him force open her cervix. She smiled. "That is a sight for sore eyes!"
Dylan grinned and wagged his dick at her. It amused him to see his ex's mother following the movement of his dick with her eyes. "You like it," he asked, holding his cock steady and stroking himself.
Daisy reached over and shooed him away, replacing his hands with her own. She held him gently, her fingers fixed around his warm, pulsing girth as she marveled at his dimensions. This is her fourth time seeing him in person, and she still could not believe his size. She smiled to herself. "Do I like it?" She chewed her bottom lip. "What do you think, dumbass?"
She took to stroking him with both hands, her movements generous and laborious. Each stroke showed her attraction and affection for him as Dylan sat rigid in her hands while watching her. He enjoyed the look of concentration on Daisy's face, and he could not help but compare it to the interest and awe that Summer had once showed him. The difference was that Dylan was even bigger now, and Daisy was not a teen. She was mature woman, married, and unlike Summer, Daisy would not be so flighty or fickle. She had already lived a full life. Dylan was a choice she was making fully informed.
Looking back on it, Dylan realized that both he and Summer were foolish kids. They were teenagers, virgins at the time, fumbling for adulthood. Dylan himself still had a long way to grow into becoming the man who could fuck Daisy, and Summer felt like she was running behind. Daisy had a daughter in high school, and Summer felt like she had to catch up, so she choose a big, dumb idiot who already had a kid.
Daisy is experienced. After three kids, she needs someone who can take care of her physically, not financially, and Dylan figured he could be that someone. She stroked him, holding him tight, remembering the way he filled her, and Dylan could see her devotion and her want. She would not make Summer's mistake, and she cussed under her breath as she pleased him. "Fuck, you've got such a big, hard dick, Dylan." She gave him a smile. "William is nothing compared to you."
Dylan laughed. After losing Summer to Caleb, he loved to hear Summer's mother compare him to other men. "How big is nothing, exactly?"
Daisy shrugged in response and measured him with her hands. She held him by the root with her right hand and stroked him slow, segmented movements with her left. Then, she stopped and held her hand at just about half his length. "Here," she said with an air of uncertainty as she stared down his length. "Mm. I don't know. It's hard to tell because you're a hell of a lot thicker." Still holding him by the base, she kept him steady as she stroked him more vigorously with her left hand, using his precum to wet him. Dylan throbbed in response.
"Seriously, that's all he's got? That's barely half my dick." He grinned and winked at her. "No wonder I have you so dick-drunk all the time."
Tightening her grip on him, Daisy smiled and laughed in response. "No wonder," she said. "Still, William has his good traits. He was there for me when no one else was. Married and took care of me when I was nothing but a lonely, tired single mother. Tiny dick or not," she said, staring down his length. "That takes a lot of balls."
Dylan frowned. Even with Daisy stroking him, he didn't like to hear her praising her husband. He wouldn't admit that, though, and only shrugged in response before saying, "That don't take balls, Daisy. It don't even take courage." He reached out to cup her breasts before she could respond, and he drew a willing mewl from her as she smiled up at him. "Hot pieces of ass like you only get hotter after a kid. These big tits, your big ass? Tiny dicks like him ain't getting anywhere near women like you otherwise. He was desperate." Removing his hand from her tit, Dylan reached into his pants and cupped his balls pulling them into view for Daisy to see, and she stared in open hunger. "You wanna see balls, though, then I got them for you. Big ones. Full of cum. Ready to fill you up."
Daisy, staring, chewed her bottom lip as she stroked him. She used both hands to pleasure Dylan, and she leaned forward to examine his heavy testicles as they pooled between his legs. Like his dick, his balls are large and impressive, each of them being the size of a large egg. Having experienced three of his orgasms already, she knows him to be heavy with potent semen, and though not much of a cum guzzler in the past, she does find herself hungry for his seed now.
"Those are impressive," she purred, moving one of her hands to cup his testicles as she stroked him with the other. Leaning down, she placed a wet kiss on each testicle. "And they are much, much bigger than my husband's. That's for sure."
Dylan scoffed, still feeling pouty that her husband was being brought up at all. "Everything about me is bigger than him," Dylan said petulantly. Daisy laughed.
