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Danny Learns, and Passes It On

By: Rex Siter



Danny Folsom was driving happily in his new car, which he had just collected. It was a present from his father for his eighteenth birthday, and he had the feeling that this could be a perfect day. That morning he had learned that he had obtained the high grades he required to follow the journalism course he wanted at university. However, nothing is that perfect, and later that morning, his girlfriend, Sandra, had told him that she thought it best for both of them if their relationship should end. 

He had told her he was sorry to hear that, but wasn't too sure what he felt. They'd been going out together since they were sixteen. That was nearly two years of sheer frustration. He couldn't believe he had allowed it to go on. True, he liked her. Pretty rather than beautiful, she was. A curvaceous body, which had been a major part of his initial attraction, but which she kept firmly under wraps. 

"We just don't seem to be on the same wavelength, Danny," had been her reason. Danny agreed fervently. Her wavelength was- nothing until marriage. Danny had known she was from a religious family, but more than that it was the influence of her close friend, Wendy. She had advised Sandra that, before marriage, doing it was a mortal sin. Sandra had also allowed herself to be convinced by Wendy that any kind of intimate touching was a step on the devil's pathway. Kissing had to be carried out carefully, to avoid straying into temptation. Danny had cringed whenever Wendy's name came up. What other restrictions might she come up with? No kissing at all? No eating at the same table? No talking after ten o'clock? Wendy was a pain. 

Sandra had eventually allowed him to touch her breast, but only through her clothing. There had been one night when their kissing session had been long and more fervent than usual when she had suddenly asked, as he squeezed at her thick cotton covered breast, "Would you like to touch me there but on my skin?" He had no hesitation in pushing his hand under her jumper reaching for her bra release. In that instant she pulled away, "No, no. It's wrong. It's wrong." And that is the way it had remained. He'd had an overwhelming temptation to tell her, "It's because of you that I'm still a virgin." 

So he was uncertain whether her announcement that morning had been good news or bad news. It did suggest freedom, but he wasn't sure. Despite her physical reluctance he had become attached to her. Like a habit you can't break.

So there it was, so far, his very own car, the exam results and a sort of freedom. His thoughts were teasing around just what the implications of that freedom would mean for him. Feeling good, he turned off the main highway onto the lane which his father always used as a short cut. 

Hardly half a mile along this lane, with the first rain beginning to spatter the windscreen, he slowed as he saw the black car pulled onto the verge at a rather sharp angle. A shapely young lady was standing out in the rain, and she seemed to be kicking the car.

Natalie Barson kicked furiously at the flat tyre of her BMW. Bloody car. What a day this was turning into. In town to sign the divorce papers, she'd hoped she'd avoid seeing bastard Richard, but he had turned up just as she was leaving the solicitor's office, and she had to endure his nasty comments.

"Looking forward to having that big house all to yourself?" he had said, giving her that unpleasant grin that she had come to hate.

"Selling it," she had replied flatly.

"Christ, you're taking half my money, but getting more for the house. What a greedy bitch, you are."

"Getting somewhere smaller and free from unpleasant memories of you."

He sneered at that, "Still keeping your legs firmly crossed?"

This had been his initial excuse when his multiple affairs came to light. It was, he claimed, because she was frigid. She had brought on his frustration, he said. There was no doubt that her reaction to his adulterous behaviour had been to close down on him. But frigid she was not. In fact, if anything at this moment, she was the one with the frustrations. Hell, it was pushing on fourteen months since she last had any sex, and that had been a pretty grim one night stand with a virtual stranger at a friend's party.

Damn Richard, and damn punctures, as she kicked the tyre again. Only a mile from home, but even as she contemplated whether to try to replace the wheel herself, or to walk home along the lane, the first drops of rain had pinged on the car roof. An extra damn-the bloody weather.

The rain had already soaked into her blouse, and straightened her hair. As she was just about to open the boot, a blue Ford pulled in behind her car, and a young man stepped out. "Trouble?" he enquired, glancing down, and seeing the flat tyre. "Oh, yes, you have. Can I help?"

A strange male, a quiet lane, was a situation to make Natalie just a shade cautious. He did have an open friendly face, a pleasing manner, and, she couldn't help noticing, a good build in tight fitting pants and white T shirt, which was beginning to dampen quickly in the increasing rain. Natalie became very aware that her blue blouse was now clinging to her bra-less breasts. Would he notice?

Danny had noticed a few things. First of all the flat tyre, but his attention became more fixed on the woman rather than the car. She was stunning. Blue eyes, blond hair which was beginning to hang straight at her shoulders, as the rain came down, and a bosom that the rain was also emphasising. Prominent nipples suggested no bra.

Seeing his dark eyes take in her bosom made Natalie unsure, as she said, tentatively, "I was about to try to change the wheel."

He smiled at her, "Hell," he said," that's one of the few things I'm good at." Thank God for a male who doesn't pretend to be Lord of everything, Natalie thought. That, and the smile he had bathed her with, touched at something inside her. She was further touched when he said, "Look, go and sit in my car while I get this done."

He had opened the boot of her car, quickly bringing out the spare wheel.. Impressively efficient, Natalie mused, as she climbed into the passenger seat of his small car. Rather cramped in comparison with hers, and really she could hardly get any wetter. 

Drenched already, Danny inspected the spare, and turned to give her the bad news. "Flat," he mouthed at the car window, and to prove it, he bounced it once on the road. It didn't bounce.

He opened the driver's door to confirm it to her. "Oh, shit-" And she checked, "—excuse me. I just can't believe it."

"So now?"

"I'll just have to get home and phone the garage."

"Live far?"

"About a mile along this road. Walkable when it isn't raining."

"Can I drive you?" He looked up at the sky, "Out of this."

Natalie had only a moment's hesitation. A lift from a strange man? Normally, no way. There are always potential rapists about. She wouldn't know what a rapist looked like. Then with an internal laugh she thought. 'Yes, I would, like bastard Richard, that's what.' Anyway this young man had appealed to her sensitive side. Without delay they were seated side by side in his small Ford.

Danny told her that when he'd put the spare wheel back, he'd left the keys in the boot, under the mat there. "You can let the garage know. It will save time."

"I'm really very grateful," she said, and meant it. Just to keep the conversation flowing, she asked, "How long have you had this car?"

Danny glanced at his watch, and gave her a quick grin, "About fifty five minutes." And he went on to tell her how that was possible.

"Eighteen? You're only eighteen. You look more -" She was going to say 'manly', but that didn't sound right, "-more mature than that."

"University in a couple of months—that was the other good news I had today."

She hoped she hadn't spoiled his good day, and she told him.

Danny wasn't sure how to respond to that. Meeting her in these circumstances could be classified as fitting in very well with what had transpired so far. "It's been a pleasure to help-" Pause, and then, "—you."

"Is that because I'm half naked in these wet clothes? "she asked, wondering why she should say that teasingly, and she added, "I'll bet your girl friend would have something to say about it."

Just a little surprised that she should refer to her appearance in that way, he said hastily, "No, no, not that. Just all of you." And that was so clumsy he had to go on and say, "And my girl friend is the other part of today's outcomes."

Natalie watched his face from the side as he drove. His expression suggested that talking about his girl friends was awkward.. But when he spoke again it was with just a touch of bitterness. Natalie learned that they had been seeing each other for two years, and she couldn't resist commenting on that.

"Sixteen until eighteen, and no touching?"

"Oh, I could touch here," And he gestured to the breast area before adding, "over her clothes."

"It can't have been easy, though. You must have liked her."

"Still do-but-" And he shrugged.

Danny had been noticing as they drove along the lane that the houses were fairly up-market. While that thought was on his mind, she leaned forward and said, "The next gate. Just turn in."

The house in front of him was just as imposing as those they'd passed. There was only a short run up to the front door, and Danny stopped the car to announce, "Home at last. Better dash and get yourself into something dry, before you catch pneumonia."

As the drive home had progressed, Natalie had wondered about the deep tingling sensation deep and low inside her. Was it possible that you could receive some kind of electrical charge from another person? A stranger just sitting close to you? She couldn't remember it ever happening with bastard Richard, except of course when they were genuinely into a passionate embrace. But that had been a long time ago. 

Maybe it was the fact that she had been celibate for so long that, when this young man was urging her to get herself dried, she had been unable to resist the urge to ask him, "Hadn't you better come in to dry off too?"?

Danny had only a moment's hesitation at her surprise offer. Had her face reddened a little as she asked the question? He tried desperately to make his acceptance light. "I never accept offers from strangers. So I'll only come in if I know your name." Wasn't he the clever one?

Natalie laughed delightedly. She hadn't realised that she didn't know his name, but she was delighted at the manner in which he had accepted. She told him her name.

"I'm Danny," he replied, and he held out his hand, grinning at the formality of his action. Her hand was smooth, small and he could have held on.

Quickly they were out of the car and into the entrance hall, where they kicked off their soaked shoes. She led him into a larger hall, where there were several doors, a passage leading to the rear of the house, and a large staircase running up the right hand wall.

Natalie pointed to a door just along the passage, "A shower room there. You should find everything you need in there, including a towelled robe for when you come out."

Standing there, looking directly at her, Danny thought that her breasts were even more prominent, and, he caught his breath, gorgeous. The twitch in his pants had him turning away to follow her direction.

"Just bring your wet things when you come out. There's a small drying room. Then come through to the conservatory straight down the passage." She gave him a warm smile, as he moved away.

Upstairs in her own en-suite, Natalie glanced in the mirror, and thought, 'God, I might as well have been topless.' Curves, nipples, shape, all stood out. Stripping off and entering the warm, welcome blast of the shower, she wondered about the situation she had created here by inviting Danny in. That pleasant ache still lingered down below. But hell, she'd had the equivalent of that for many months now.

Standing in the small shower downstairs, Danny's thoughts were just as uncertain. Clothes off and piled on a chair he had found that his penis had been semi erect, and now, standing in the shower, it didn't seem to be diminishing. If anything it was becoming more pronounced. Would a blast of cold water help? But he decided against that. Yet his thoughts kept returning to the beautifully shaped lady who was, he assumed, somewhere having her own shower. And even that thought was maddeningly erotic.

Drying herself down, Natalie dabbed gently with the towel between her thighs. On impulse she let the towel fall away so that only her fingers were doing the dabbing. Oh, hell, she was ripe and ready. There was no doubt about that. If this Danny made any move at all his virginity would be at serious risk. What if she made the first move? He would either repulse it, and she was sure that wasn't likely, or he'd want her. But what kind of fulfilment would there be for her taking on an inexperienced young man? And, God, did she need fulfilment?

Danny was dried and naked. His penis was back to half mast, and he would have to settle for that. He found the towelled robe on the back of the door, and as he was shrugging into it the thought struck him. This was a man's robe. There had to be a husband or at least a live-in lover to be in these circumstances. That thought immediately dropped his threatened erection by ten degrees.

Sitting in the conservatory after, contacting the garage, and making a pot of coffee, Natalie wondered how provocative she was being by not having dressed. She wore her own towelled robe, and she was beginning to wonder what was taking Danny so long when she heard the door click. She stood up, and called, "Through here."

When he appeared clutching his clothes the first thought to strike her was that he looked a hell of a lot better in that robe than bastard Richard ever had. She took his clothes from him, and took them back to the small drying room which was always kept at a high temperature. She hung up his things and switched on the fan which would blow and help them dry quicker.

He was seated on the sofa when she got back and, after pouring two coffees, she sat on the sofa beside him, when, she told herself, she could have sat in the chair opposite. 

Danny asked the question he needed to ask, "This robe. Is it your husband's?"

She laughed, "My ex-husband. It's the only article of his clothing I haven't ditched. I was just coming back from signing the final papers when I had the puncture."

Natalie went on to tell of the fractured marriage. How Richard was a very successful business man, and how, because his adultery was proven, over and over again, she kept this house, and was awarded a substantial amount of alimony. "I have the house on the market. Too big for me. I've bought a very tidy apartment on the riverbank—you know, near the bridge."

Danny knew where she meant, and knew it was a very desirable area. Now, having her sitting beside him, calmly sipping coffee, he wondered why she hadn't dressed. His thoughts wouldn't let him linger on the possible reasons.

"He told the review board that I was frigid," Natalie said, and Danny was very aware of her eyes searching his face for his reaction to that.

Danny could only find questions, "He committed adultery, you said. Another woman?" It was a lame question, but he couldn't imagine anyone leaving her for someone else. She was too-too—oh, the word was sensuous. 

"Not one," she said now. "Would you believe twelve, maybe more? He had a regular harem."

"He must be mad to-"Danny checked what he was about to say.

Natalie gave him a look that said she could read his mind. Then she leaned towards him and said quietly, "Would you mind if I gave you a kiss of thanks for your help this morning?"

Danny's head was spinning. Her leaning towards him had caused her robe to open, and he could see the natural curve of those breasts, which he felt he already knew to some extent. But he managed to reply, "That would be good."

Natalie had decided that this could be the decider. How this kiss went would indicate whether she could help Danny out of his virginity status. She moved close and his lips reached for hers. It was a moist kiss, a more than friendly kiss, but she had no difficulty in finding a pathway for her tongue, and within seconds there tongues were wrestling , and their arms locked around each other.

Danny was all but overwhelmed by her fervour, not to mention his own eager reaction. This kiss was a million miles from the guarded mouthing he had endured with Sandra. Cautiously he had placed his hands on Natalie's shoulders. Even with the cover of her robe, he could appreciate and thrill at the curve of them.

The kiss, and those hands on her shoulders, had aroused further urges in Natalie. Maybe there was going to be something in this pursuit. Her body was already demanding more intimate touches from him. She really had waited too long. Young, inexperienced, it didn't matter. "Touch my breast, Danny." Then with sly devilment she added, "On the outside only, of course."

Then, feeling his hesitant movement, she laughed, saying, "I'm teasing. Here." She took his right hand and guided it inside her robe, onto her left breast.

Danny's trembling finger tips traced the elegant slope from nipple to the base of her throat. If the kiss had made him tingle, then the sensation of her smooth rounded breast was overwhelming. His erection heaved inside the robe. Emboldened he allowed his fingers to play their way around the whole curving surface. His whole being was on fire. 

Natalie was also simmering. She'd heard women say that they had little feeling when their breasts were touched. Not Natalie, she was getting sensations that blazed all the way down into the core of her femininity. She wanted more of this. "The nipple, Danny. With that same touch. You have wonderful touch."

Enjoying the thrill of it all, yet still uncertain, Danny reached out and tentatively ran his fingers over the hard small nipple. She gave a sharp intake of breath. "Sorry," he mumbled, jerking his hand away.

"No, no. That was perfect, Danny. Don't stop. Use your whole hand." Natalie could not believe just how good she was feeling, how much pleasure Danny was giving her.

Danny knew that this couldn't be a dream. The pressure in his groin told him that. Allowing his whole hand to settle over her breast, he stroked over and around it, letting each finger trace over the nipple, which, he was sure, was hardening and growing.

"This can't be the first time you've touched a woman there," Natalie sighed huskily, knowing exactly what she wanted next. "Kiss it, Danny."

How would that feel? Blood pounded in Danny's head, doubly so in his cock. But her instruction was clear. "Take the nipple in your mouth, tongue it" 

Danny lowered his head nervously, "Like this?" he asked, before putting his lips around the enlarged nipple 

"Tongue, Danny. Use your tongue." Every fibre of Natalie's body glowed.

Only too willing, Danny did just that, and couldn't believe the pleasure it gave him, but just as satisfying was realising the pleasure it was giving her. He could sense the tremors running through her body. He found that he was sucking at that nipple without even thinking about it. Sucking so madly that he could have swallowed her whole breast. And for the first time, he wondered if they were really going all the way. 

That thought, and his keenness, were increasing the pressure on his throbbing penis, and as he attempted to move to a more comfortable position, he became shockingly aware that his erection had escaped the folds of the robe. It was pointing up into the open air, like some escaped meerkat..

Natalie had been looking down at his activity at her breast, but what happened beyond that had her gasping with shocked and delighted surprise. She had not seen that many male erections, but none had been the size and girth of what she was looking at now. Compared with bastard Richard's pathetic courgette, this was a fully grown cucumber. Unable to resist she reached her hand towards it.


Danny Learns, and Passes It On



Danny heard her gasp, "My God, Danny, that is-" She didn't complete the statement, but, watching her now, seeing his engorged cock jutting upwards, he knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to touch his naked cock. Oh, God, yes, it was going to happen. He heard his own grunt of dismay as her fingers closed, almost greedily around his swollen pounding shaft, and worse she began to slide her hand up and down along its length.

Natalie knew that there was no point of return now. She had to have this exceptional monster. It felt so vibrant under her fingers. In her own experience she could not recall feeling like this about a man's erect penis. Men were all so cock-proud, but to have one like this, she just wanted it all.

In despair, Danny tried to mouth some kind of warning. After all that had happened so far, with his lower regions being so stoked up, the touch of her hand, skin on skin, was all too much. It was like an explosion he could do nothing about, and in dismay he watched the first spurts burst whitely over her fingers and up her arm.

Natalie's first reaction was disappointment. Then, as she saw and felt Danny bury his face in her naked breast, muttering, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she realised how selfish she had been. She had been instructing him how to pleasure her without really considering that this was his first time and what effect it might have on him.

"No, no, Danny. It's me that should be sorry. I pushed you too far."

Danny could not rid himself of the sense of shame and guilt at his weakness. All he had thought about going all the way was now dead and buried, and his guilt was magnified by seeing the strips of his cum up her arms. "But I am sorry for spoiling it all." 

"Spoiling it? What's spoiled? We haven't finished, Danny." It was almost a sense of erotic duty driving her now. Quite apart from desire, there was a sense of guilt about her involvement with Danny. She had caused him hurt.

Danny could hardly bear to look down at his pathetic shrunken cock lying like a dead white root on his thigh. How could they not be finished? That thing on his thigh looked done. 

Sadie saw his look and smiled. "I'll tell you what, Danny, I think we need to be more comfortable." She stood up and took his hand urging him to stand. Then she led him up the staircase. In spite of his confusion, all the way up, he was aware of the rich carpet under his feet, the expensive looking paintings on the walls, and at the top, the sweep of a corridor that looked to have multiple doors

Natalie pushed open one of the doors to reveal a lavish bedroom, a huge bed, covered in a duvet in rich autumn shades, a large picture window, and furnishings in white. "Comfort, Danny. We've come this far. We might as well have comfort. Two seconds, I'll just go and wash up." She gave him a deliberate supportive smile as she indicated her cum-stained arm, and disappeared into what was obviously the en-suite.

Danny couldn't see what they could do now. He was limp, useless and still disappointed in himself. A vast lawn and multitudes of shrubs and flowers in the garden at the rear of the house, was what he saw as he looked out of the large window. It seemed sad that Natalie would be giving up this impressive property, but he could appreciate the loneliness of being in such a big house..

As she washed, Natalie was wearing a half smile. Her direction was clear now, and that was to give Danny confidence. She wasn't kidding herself, and still had hopes that there would be some degree of physical comfort coming her way. With that in mind, she moved back into the bedroom to find Danny looking out of the window.

"Time to start," she said softly, her hands lingering at the tie of her robe.

Danny moved towards where she was standing by the bed. Start what? He wondered, and he didn't have long to find out. For, as he approached her, she pulled open her robe, allowed it to slip off her shoulders to the floor, and stood there totally, delightfully naked. His breath caught up somewhere in the back of his throat, as his eyes, roamed over the twin perfect breasts, bold, firm and pink tipped, that flat belly sloping down to the tawny patch of hair that, when she moved her feet, gave a glimpse of the secret lips hidden down there. Had his cock twitched at the sight? There was no doubt that his fingers twitched, longing to stroke the luscious body he was seeing. 

Uncertain what his reaction would be at her nudity, she was relieved to find that she herself felt comfortable as his eyes caressed her, giving her a good sensuous feeling. "Now you," she said, and as he hesitated she stepped forward to loosen his robe. As he stood there uncertainly, she moved in closer and slid her hands over his shoulders to free the robe. 

Danny had a moment of initial discomfort as she looked at him. His mother hadn't seen him naked since he'd reached puberty. Nobody had. Even with his mates after football he had always been a little embarrassed. Now here was this virtual stranger busily eyeing his body and worse, his flaccid cock. Stranger? Hell, what was he thinking about? She'd already handled it.

Natalie was indeed eyeing this naked male body in front of her. A good, well muscled frame, Danny clearly worked out. As for that truncheon he kept hidden away down there, he mightn't realise it, but she could tell it was preparing to come back to full status. She could hardly wait, but patience was the order of the day.

"You have a good body, Danny."

Danny could be nothing but honest in this situation, "So—so do you." Was all he could muster in reply.

That brought a warm smile to her face, as she told him, "Not bad for a thirty two year old, is it?" She saw little point in hiding from that fact. "Let's lie down." And she lay on her back, legs slightly parted, delightfully aware that she was displaying herself totally. "Beside me, Danny."

Danny lay alongside this voluptuous body, his mind reeling at the thought that she was thirty two. Fourteen years older, and here, like a full sensuous offering. He leaned over her and they kissed warmly, yet controlled, until she pulled away, to say, "Start from where you were earlier."

Well, earlier it had been one breast, now both firm, deliciously inviting mounds were available. Trying to keep his excitement under control, Danny flicked his tongue from one to the other, while his hands roamed over them, enjoying that joyous friction of skin on skin. His eyes gaped in wonder at the way her nipples swelled to his mouthing. From time to time he heard her utter a little moan, of pleasure, he hoped.

It was indeed a moan of some considerable pleasure. Natalie was so engrossed in the erotic arousal of Danny's hands and mouth on her breasts, that she almost forgot that she should be instructing. And there was more to be gained, for both of them. She wondered what it might be like just to lie back and let him romp around her body. If he'd had more experience perhaps, but for now he needed guidance. "Don't stop what you're doing," she whispered, "but let one hand run the curve through breast waist and hip. Then back again."

Danny was eager enough to learn, but wondered whether this could be any more exciting than what he was doing. His hand performed as instructed, and he found the glide along her curves, over that smooth, smooth skin, while still favouring her breasts, most satisfying.

Natalie could have allowed him to carry on in that fashion for a good while, but some things won't wait. "Down onto my thigh with that hand, onto the inside of my thigh." "Oh,yes, like that. Back and forwards. Not too high."

Danny sucked in a desperate gulp of air. If he had enjoyed the smoothness of her skin before, what he was finding along her inner thigh was a silkiness that was beyond belief. His hand played along, back, along, back with deliberate gentility. Once the upward stroke went too far and there was that momentary thrill of her downy fuzz.

Natalie , in a lovely haze of warm delight, was very aware that her body jerked involuntarily when his fingers briefly, accidentally, touched her nether parts. It was time to move things on, "Now put that hand on my belly. Yes, with fingers spread, just strokes in a circle. Ooh, yes."

Danny knew that with his hand on her belly he would not be far from the ultimate touch. He knew too that his own body had responded with remarkable promptness. His erection was at least half mast, and rising. Without being told he allowed his circling hand to trace the edge of her tawny bush.

"Yes, yes, good, Danny. Go further, fingers play through the hair, but just there." She remembered this from long ago, the way she had felt in the early days with bastard Richard. "This is a good way to tease a lady. Makes her think-" She gave a gasping pause, "- oh, that you're never going to reach your goal." So long, it had been so long. She had to help him find it. "The groove, Danny, down lower to where it starts." Time was pressing now, as was the feel of his rising erection against her thigh.

Danny had been feeling that, as well as teasing the woman, this action was teasing him. But the groove? Yes, he had a vague notion of where she meant. Hadn't he briefly viewed it when she first lay back? Still licking at her breasts, his eyes gazed down across her flat belly, to watch his own fingers search. A very short search. Almost immediately he was touching what felt like closed lips, and just as quickly they weren't closed. He was able to move a finger, gingerly into a moistness, that was a pleasure in itself. His urge was to go on moving deeper.

Natalie wanted to adore the penis that was now solid against her thigh. But would it disturb him too much? His fingers were so nearly right, but she quickly advisd him, "Keep your fingers there, Danny. Just rub between the lips gently, feel for the little pip—my clit." She was so aware of his fingers probing as instructed. And he found it! Fire rods seemed to stem out through her lower body. God, the thrill of it

Danny rubbed, and his finger tip found what did feel like a pip, and Natalie's reaction told him he was on the mark. The so familiar ache in his scrotum as he realised he was at full pressure warned him to be careful. Then her wavering voice told him to move his mouth down there. Oh, oh, this was taking him towards a new stage. His mouth moving over her belly, stopped to allow his tongue to tickle at her tiny navel. On down. And the next tickling was her pubic hairs on his mouth. He couldn't go any further. These weren't the lips for his lips, were they?

Her voice, husky and impassioned, shocked him, "Move your fingers back, put your lips and tongue in their place." Natalie was so ready now, that words were difficult to form. As wet and as ready as she'd ever be. She wanted him in her, but there was just this last stage.

Put my tongue in there? That was Danny's first troubled thought. What would that be like? Was it natural to do that? Tentatively he touched her spot with his tongue. For some reason his whole being trembled with excitement, as she stiffened and gasped, "Oooh-yes, -do it-give it -lick it-lick it hard." His tongue began working as though it had a life of its own. Lapping at her little secret button. Her clit. . It was no longer a pip, more like a a smaller nipple. Back and forward with the tongue. Round and round. No taste, yet it was like supping on cream. All he was aware of was a scented musky aroma, and the ready moistness. Her creaminess increased, as her legs spread and Danny found himself licking and probing until his tongue was guzzling into that mysterious hole without him even wondering about what he was doing.

"Oh, yes, we're there, Danny." Care now, Natalie was telling herself. She wanted Danny inside her. Her whole body pulsed with that need. Yet it was crucial not to over-excite him before he had entered her."Roll your body between my thighs." 

For Danny, the very idea that he was about to put his heaving erection into this fabulous woman, might have been enough to have him shooting early. Between her raised thighs, he edged his body upwards, showered kisses on her breasts, and up to her lips where their tongues meshed briefly. Then she moved to reach down towards his hard penis. "No, I'll-" he tried to warn her, recalling his earlier failure.

"No, you won't," she gasped." I won't let you." And she wouldn't. She longed to have this exceptional erection up in the very core of her. Her hand reached its target and instead of stroking, she gripped it firmly right at the hilt. She raised her hips to meet and welcome the purple head of what she was guiding to her vaginal opening.

Danny was tense as Natalie reached down for him, but somehow her grip was so purposeful that he had felt secure, and eager as she brought his purple end to the warm wetness of her . "Push gently, Danny. " He did that, and he was in. "Stop." She said, without anxiety and she released her hold.

As her whole being screamed for the thrust of him, she was advising him to be still. "Just relax yourself there for—for—oh, a moment." Her need now was almost a pain, yet she had to instruct him so he would gain satisfaction. "Just try to breathe easy, Danny. Stay calm" What a hypocrite she was. She was so frantic herself.

Breathe easy? When his loaded penis was already at the portals of that smouldering orifice that I had just finished licking out? When he could feel the delicious moisture of her, and the pulsing of her vaginal walls? The hungry pounding in his scrotum worried him.

"You're doing well, Danny." But she knew she could wait no longer." Now let me feel that gorgeous pole inside me. Now. Now. Oh, yes."

Just ahead of her instruction, Danny, sure that any threat of an early rush had gone, had slid his eager erection easily, through all her natural lubrication, right up to the hilt. So far that he was sure that he could feel the head push against some part of her deep inside. He didn't dare ask, what to do now. He was inside, deep, deep into that warm wetness and it was the best feeling he'd ever had. But now? He didn't need telling. His body knew by instinct way beyond any sexual knowledge. So he drew back and thrust again.

At his first long thrust Natalie had thought she would explode. Deep inside her that magnificent weapon was filling her, immense. When he withdrew and thrust a second time, waves of electricity fused through her body. Her vaginal walls pulsed with her every move. She was fast approaching that ecstatic moment that she had experienced on so few occasions.

Danny raised his face to kiss her but her head was rolling back and forwards as though out of control. So he concentrated on sucking and nibbling at her breasts. Doing that seemed to help his control. He had eased his hips back feeling his cock being adulated by her vibrating walls. Now he pushed it back as far as it would go.

"Now-again-back-faster- " Her voice was strained, breathless almost desperate., Accordingly he swung his hips back and forward, and his rod worked like a piston inside her. He was doing it, actually doing it. It was better than anything he could have imagined. The hotness of it, the wetness, the smells of perfume and feminine musk, almost overwhelmed him.

Natalie knew she was all but out of control, her breathing harsher, her head tossing from side to side, her long hair flared across her face. "Ooh, it's there. Oh, yes, Danny. Cum in me. Cum. Cum now." Her voice became a screech of near desperation. 

A dam burst deep inside Danny's scrotum and the flood poured into his cock, as with one final plunge he heard his own voice yell something wild. And he was trying to push the head of his swollen member up into the depths of her belly. He felt he was pushing gallons of cum up into her.

Natalie's was feeling as though her lower belly enclosed a lift shaft, willing to take it all. Her hips rose from the bed to match the near frantic demands of Danny's massive tool. Her orgasm was raising her high above the grinding of their bodies, as they groaned and gasped in unison. It seemed like it wouldn't stop, his pulsing, her taking.it with a desperate gratitude.. 

At last they lay calmly nestled together. Much pleasure still lay in being against her flat, sweated belly as his cock slowly shrank out of her. 

At last Natalie found her voice, "God, Danny, I knew I have been just a little deprived lately, but I hadn't realised just how ready I was.."

"It was good for you?"

"Good? Danny, for just a first time you were quite remarkable."

"Maybe because of what happened earlier," he said tentatively.

"Maybe. And as I said, I was ready. But even so you felt srong."

After a short while they showered together, and Danny learned the delights of soaped fingers exploring over each other. Her mouth searched for his as he rubbed gently between her thighs, while her fingers soaping over his cock had it rising like a phoenix. She knelt to kiss hungrily along its length, before briefly wrapping her lips around the bulbous head For him, a juddering thrill.

Back in the bedroom, they had two more slow and sensuous sessions, in which Natalie demonstrated how good the sixty nine position could be, and advised him that cumming at the same time didn't always happen.

At just after six in the evening Natalie dressed and told him that it was time to part.. How this parting could best be achieved, had been on her mind for a couple of hours. Much as she had been enthralled by his size, and the warmth of him, she knew that it would be best for them to break clean now.

Danny protested, saying how much he had learned from her, and wanting more. Yet he knew himself that dreams didn't last this long in real life. It had been a day he could never forget, and he hoped that maybe, just maybe, they'd meet again.

At the doorway Natalie smiled as she said, "At least your clothes dried well." She kissed him briefly on the lips, as they exchanged good luck wishes. She stood in the doorway feeling fulfilled, and slightly sad, as she watched his car pull away.

Danny saw, through his rear view mirror, that Natalie remained in the doorway watching him go, and he wondered if she was as sad as he was. When he got home his father met him on the drive, "That was some drive We were getting worried about you. How far did you go?"

All the way, was in his mind but he said, "Out along the coastal road."

"Twisty road, that. Careful on those curves, were you?"

"Dad, I was very careful on the curves.."

"How did she handle?"

"Like a dream," he said fervently.

Having enjoyed the double meanings in that exchange, Danny spent the next two days, taking long drives, and thinking about Natalie. Once he drove along the lane, past her place and saw three or four cars parked outside the house. Prospective buyers, no doubt. 

Friday afternoon, his parents told him they were visiting relatives at the Lakes for the weekend, and his mother wanted assurances that he could manage by himself. "There's plenty of food in the freezer."

Danny had to reassure her that he had been in this situation before. Later on that evening the phone rang, and his mother answered. She came into the kitchen where he was digging a light beer out of the fridge, and she handed him the phone, "!t's Sandra," she said.

Frowning, Danny took the phone, "Sandra?"

Her familiar voice said, "Oh, Danny, I need to see you."

"See me? Why?"

"I can't talk about it on the phone."

He wasn't in any mood to press. Anyway, it was bound to be something trivial. So he said, "If you must. Tomorrow morning all right?. My parents won't be here though." 

"That might be best. Eleven all right?"

After agreeing and hanging up, Danny wondered what she might be playing at now. He thought this was all over. No more frustrations, Danny, he'd promised himself.




Danny Learns, and Passes It On



Prompt eleven the following morning the doorbell rang, and Danny opened the door. It was a bright, warm morning, and Sandra was standing there, in a thin, pale blue, button up dress, looking her usual pretty, curvaceous self. Only the look on her face was so sorrowful he thought something terrible might have happened.

As he stepped back to allow her in, she suddenly flung her arms around him, and clung to him, murmuring, "Oh, Danny. I'm so sorry. So sorry."

Stunned, Danny managed to kick the door closed, before holding her at arms length. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, Danny, I've done something terrible-to you."

"To me? Packing me in, you mean?" As he said it, he led her to the sitting room sofa, and sat down beside her.

Her head was shaking as she said, "Well, that would be part of it, but everything-" And just for a moment he thought she was going to burst into tears.

He held her hand, sensing her genuine upset, "Hadn't you best explain exactly what you mean."

She nodded her head, but somehow her green eyes could not look directly at him as she began, "Well, you know my friend Wendy."

Danny had to draw in a deep breath, "Oh, yes, I know your friend Wendy."

Her eyes did look at him now, "And how I've always taken her at her word."

Danny nodded, wondering just what was coming. Sandra seemed to be having great difficulty getting to the point.

"Yesterday, I managed to get tickets for a 'Happy Hoboes' concert. They're like gold dust, and I could have phoned her to tell her, but I wanted to see her face when I broke the news."

For God's sake, Sandra, Danny wanted to yell, what is this all about.

Sandra looked at the floor for a moment, before looking up into his face, "Her parents both work and usually when I call I just walk in at the back door of their lovely bungalow. So, that's what I did yesterday afternoon" She paused, looked away, then, with a look of determination she went on, "If I'd just called out it might have been different. I don't know. But as I usually did I went directly to her bedroom. The door was partly open and there were sounds, like she was doing exercises. So I just pushed the door, and what I saw from the doorway just froze me. She was spread out on her bed completely naked."

"Dead?" I gasped, 

"No, there was somebody else naked with her, a man. And, oh, Danny, he had his face in her-between her legs." Her eyes lowered as she went on, "I thought he must be attacking her, but at that very moment he hauled himself up over her, and I saw his -his—thing, sticking up, it was, and-and-she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it and-pulled it so it was directed into her, and she squealed, "Ooh, yes."

Suddenly intrigued Danny asked, "So what happened?" It was clear that the virtuous Wendy was a big fat liar.

"Well, I must have made some sound -a shocked cry, I think. Anyway, they leapt apart. His thing was bouncing up and down, as he slid over the other side of the bed. Wendy tried to tell me that it was happening for the first time but the guy, as he pulled on his gear, said they'd been doing it for weeks. Oh, Danny, you see why I'm so upset. The way I've treated you -on her advices."

It was quite a shock, and not just a little annoying to hear this. "So you've held me at arms length, all this time because of-"

She put a finger to Danny's lips, and said, "I know. And I know I don't deserve it, but I'm here to make amends." Saying that, she took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. In spite of his surprise, Danny was thinking, 'this has happened to me before'. Part of his surprise stemmed from the fact that, through the thin fabric of her dress, he could tell she was not wearing a bra 

"Could I have a kiss of forgiveness, please?" Danny couldn't work it all out, but was sure it would be churlish to refuse. His lips sought hers, and found them as her mouth opened, and their tongues came together. Surprised as he was by the promise in her kiss, he was absolutely stunned by her next move. Her hand went to the low neckline of her dress, unfastened the top button, before moving to his hand on her breast, holding it, and sliding it inside her dress.

Sandra's bare breast under his hand. Unbelievable! It was so round, so full, yet so delicate, He couldn't help comparing it with Natalie's from just two days earlier. The effect on him was so similar, but, his mind could not lose the notion that this was Sandra's bare breast. Less than one week ago, this was forbidden territory. His fingers played around her nipple, before stroking over it, and he was almost hearing Natalie's instructions.. He repeated the action several times, before covering the whole breast with his hand.

"God, Danny, that's lovely. I was sure you'd need some practice."

There's a story to tell about that, Sandra, but now is not the best time to tell it, Danny thought. But he did say, "Should we go up to my room?"

They had been together in his room before, so this was no unusual request, yet he saw uncertainty on her face before she nodded her agreement, and followed him upstairs.

In his room he kissed her gently, while he slowly unfastened the buttons down the front of her dress. As he lay her back, her eyes closed, and the dress parted to reveal the full splendour of a body that he'd longed to know more about for two years. Her high breasts were brown tipped, so not like Natalie's. Flat belly, curved hips, and under the thin panties she was wearing, he could make out the dark triangle. He placed a hand on her flat belly, and instantly sat back. Sandra was trembling like a jelly.

Danny looked into her face and saw the unease, as her eyes opened to look up at him fearfully. Slowly, carefully, he pulled her dress together and began fastening it.

"What are you doing?" she asked, as she sat up. "Don't you want me?"

Danny stroked her cheek, and told her, "Not like this, Sandra. You look so tempting, but you're not ready."

"But I am. I told you I wanted it."

Danny drew her into his arms, "Sandra, to get the most out of it, you need to be relaxed. You-are as tight as a violin string. Come on, we'll take a drive in my car."

"Your car?" Danny could tell she didn't know whether to be sad or relieved.

In just a few minutes they were driving down to the coast, and Danny was determinedly keeping the conversation light.

"Where are we going?" Sandra asked, sitting close to him.

"I don't know. But eventually, heaven, I hope." He gave her a quick glance, and laughed to see the puzzled look on her face. He drove along the coastal road with the sea, flat and very blue on their right. He parked the car and they walked hand in hand along the promenade, exchanging memories of their early years in school. He told her all the daft jokes he knew, and they laughed together.

Back in the car, Danny drove further along the coast and they stopped at a small cafe right on the beach. They had cappuccinos and cream scones. Their chat became lighter and lighter, and their laughter was infectious. It was goo to look at her face, a gentle face with delicate skin. Walking again, they occasionally stopped and exchanged kisses. At one point they stepped into a recess in the rocks, out of sight of any other strollers, and their kissing was deeper and more searching. But all the time they shared laughter. 

After about three hours they were back in Danny's bedroom. Standing close together, they exchanged more warm kisses. As their lips parted, Danny asked, "More relaxed now?"

Her eyes held his, as she said, "Oh, yes. Much more." And Danny was delighted when her fingers began unbuttoning her dress with no apparent embarrassment or shyness.

As the dress parted, Danny reached out , and slipped it from her shoulders. Emboldened Sandra began working on his shirt buttons, her eyes never leaving his.

Danny had thoughts about how he should approach this without looking as though he had previous experience. He had decided that gentility and gradualness were key factors, but it seemed that Sandra was now one step ahead of him. That was just great. As her fingers continued opening his shirt, Danny moved his hands from her bare shoulders and unbuckled his belt, allowing his pants to slip to the floor.

Those green eyes had never left his face as she removed his shirt. "Am I being too eager? Oh!"

That 'oh' had been reaction to Danny's hands pushing inside the waist band of her panties, guiding them over her hips, and down.

"Am I?" he teased, standing back at arms length to view her whole naked loveliness. Her own eyes had moved from his face and were gazing down to where his boxer shorts were beginning to bulge.

Gently, Danny eased her back until she was lying on the bed. As he moved to lie beside her, he quickly removed his shorts, and lying looking down into her green eyes, he saw her shocked expression as she became aware of his erection pressing against her outer thigh.

"What happens now?" she asked, a little nervously. Her earlier keenness seemed to fade with the unfamiliarity of their two naked bodies close together..

"Now, I think, you just lie there, and do whatever you feel like doing." Putting in the 'I think' had been a master stroke to reveal his inexperience. "Do nothing except enjoy it, if you wish."

He kissed her then, deep and long, and their bodies came together as he leaned over her, and his fingers stroked over her face, into her hair, along her neck, where his open palms ran over her shoulders. Danny repeated the actions over and over again. No rushing, he warned himself, but he ensured that she remained aware of his growing erection against her hip..

Sandra's hands moved up and down his back, moving almost nervously over his buttocks. Their kisses became just a little more frantic as Danny slid his hand down from her shoulder onto the slope up to her breast. The flickering of her tongue in his mouth told him of the effect that was having.

Determinedly slow, Danny allowed his hands and fingers to play for a long while over each breast and nipple. When he finally broke the kiss to move his lips down over her breasts, where he tongued and licked her nipples, she was at last able to gasp how she was feeling, "Oh, Danny, this is so wonderful. It's so easy to pretend that you're an expert."

"Hardly that," he murmured, releasing her nipple for a moment. In his own mind a few hours with an older lady, could hardly make him an expert. Amateur maybe, but he was prepared to improve on that over time. His hands were now travelling up and down that fascinating curve from breast, to waist, to hip, and onto Sandra's thigh. He continued to lavish her breasts with lips and tongue, and listened to her murmurs and gasps, which he was using as a sounding board to decide on his next move.

Danny moved his hand flat over her belly. This was where he'd discovered her nervousness earlier. No sign of that now, as he decided to give her the full preparation, and his fingers riffled through her black pubes, tickling, testing.

"Oh, Danny. Danny. You're teasing me."

"No more teasing," he said, never quite able to forget things Natalie had told him, and his fingers moved to find that little groove. Surprisingly easily, he found the two pouting lips, and his fingers moved to patrol between them. Back and forth, slowly, gently, until the moistening started and that little nub presented itself under his fingertips.

Little squeaking noises had emanated from her lips but now, as he felt her hand reaching between their pressed bodies, she gasped, "Danny, how did you know? How did know that could be so exciting.? Can I—can I touch—you?"

"I read a book," he lied, and thought 'sorry Natalie'. 

Danny eased back to allow her hand access, and her fingers touched, ever so lightly at the purple head of his swollen cock. The nervousness of the touch was exciting to him, and his finger on her clit moved faster. It too was more erect.

Sandra's fingers, explored further over and along his erection, "It's so big." she gasped. "Will I be able to-?"

"You'll be able, don't worry."

"May I see it?" And she tried to raise her head. He helped her and watched her face. What appeared to be shocked horror showed there, as she looked at what she held in her hand. Tantalisingly, her fingers ran along its length, before one finger, nervously ventured over the head, lingering over the tiny opening. "So purple—but thick. I didn't expect that-oh, that's so-" Danny had continued his massaging of her clit. He allowed her to lie back while her fingers kept a strained touch on his penis.

Time was close now, Danny guessed. Sandra's breathing was deep, almost guttural. Accordingly he lowered his face to replace his finger with his tongue on her clit. 

As soon as his tongue began lavishing generous licks down there, Sandra had squealed, "What-what are—doing? How did you-did you know-that?"

Not having a satisfactory reply, Danny raised his mouth for just a moment, and his fingers parted her labia so he could briefly view the incredible pink petals and the small button there. His mouth and tongue continued working on that area, while his fingers moved deep into her moistness and he found her opening, alert and ready. The place he had spent two years longing for. Danny was determined to know that she was ready. He was knowledgeable enough to know that being a virgin, this first entry might be painful for her. It had to be right. Everything had to be well prepared. Accordingly, he eased two fingers into her vaginal opening. All wet, warm, and wildly willing. 

Listening to her sounds and her breathing he circled his tongue again and again around that, now erect nub, and gently sucked on it.

That did it. She was panting furiously gasping and began crying out, "Danny! Danny!" Her fingers were desperately clawing to reach his stiff penis. Without further delay, he raised his head and rolled between her thighs, seeing her head tossing frantically from side to side. This was exactly the timing he'd wanted, knowing that she was already into her orgasm, but wanting more. Quickly taking his cock between his fingers he guided it to the open portal that was waiting for it.

A small push and he was inside her. Inside Sandra! How many times had he wondered about this? He was worrying about the next stage, but her hips were heaving up at him and the vaginal walls felt to contain rings that pulled on his cock. One more push, one little resistance point that made her yelp, among all her other vocal outpourings, and he was deep inside her, gliding up, as smooth as could be, exquisite. Like Natalie her head would not be still for a kiss, so he buried his face on her naked breasts. Together they heaved, gasped and grunted, as he poured everything he had into her, realising, too late, that there had been no protection, but spurting more feverishly than ever.

They lay panting in each others arms, as he slowly slid out of her.

"Oh, Danny, did you ever think it would be that good?" she murmured.

"It didn't hurt you?"

"There was just a moment, but it was all so -so—And I took it all in, didn't I? I took the whole length—It was wonderful inside me. But how did you know those things?"

"Hearsay," he replied, "Boys brag a lot, you know." His thoughts lingered on Natalie. How much more might he have learned in her company? Without her, this occasion might have been a disaster, 

"You heard about it all, and knew I was refusing you," her voice became plaintive. "Oh, Danny. You must have hated me. I so want to make it up to you, and it was so good." She sat up and looked into his face, "When can we do that again?"

"Soon," he promised, thinking she could probably stay the night.

"It won't be that good again, will it?" 

"I promise you, it will be better." It would, because Sandra would gain more confidence, and so would he. Yet he wondered, would he ever lose the memory of Natalie?