Chapter 1

The situation was perfect. Devlin McCabe hung her black skirt on the chair and folded the rest of her clothes next to it on the chair. Naked, she crept across the bedroom and placed her bare breasts on Danny's shoulders. "Guess who?" she murmured as she kissed the top of his head.

"Umm, I don't think it's the tooth fairy," Danny said, putting down the report he'd been reading. "I thought you had a date tonight." He turned and kissed her breasts, first one and then the other.

"He's picking me up at 6:30." She slipped around and straddled his lap. "We're going to the dance at the school," she added as she began unbuttoning his shirt. "We won't be back until after 10."

"That's curfew time." Because of the county's 10 o'clock curfew for kids under 18 Devlin had to be back from a date by 9:30, which was more than enough time for the two of them to have fun in bed before her mother came home from work just before midnight.

"I know, but if you go to the dance they give you a pass so you can get home. Since my Mom said she'd be getting home about 11 tonight, I figured there wouldn't be time to do anything after I got back." She ran her fingers through the hairs of his chest. She liked how nice and solid his chest felt under her fingers.

"So that's why you came over early." Normally she came over after her mother had left for work, which was usually after 5:00.

"Well, she had to go in to early today for some sort of training class, and Sue didn't need any help with the kids so I thought we'd scratch some itches. It's been a couple of weeks, you know." She ran her fingers over his shoulders. She positively loved his shoulders. The man she married was going to have to have shoulders just as gorgeous as Danny's.

"Miss me?" she asked as she tweaked his nipples.

"Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" He cradled her breasts, gently squeezing them in his warm hands. His thumbs slipped back and forth across her nipples, exciting those buds and making them stand up. She wanted to lean into him. She loved having her breasts cradled, and Danny was so good at doing that. He didn't seem fascinated by her breasts, either, which she liked. But then he'd seen them grow, and he'd seen plenty of other women's breasts, so that helped a great deal. A boy her age would have been all over them.

Devlin finished with his shirt and started with his belt. "Let's get you out of these things," she said. It had been two weeks since they'd last had sex. First she'd had her period, and then he'd been away on a business trip. This was the first opportunity they'd had to get together since her period had started.

"Who's your date?" Danny asked. He ran his fingers through her long black hair, letting the fine strands slip like water through his fingers.

"His name is Jeff Brooks. We have several classes together."

"Who is he? You've never mentioned him before."

"That's because he hasn't shown any interest in me before now." She got his pants down to his ankles and ran her hands up his legs. She loved the feel of the muscles of his legs. "We studied together a couple of times this year. This is the first time he's asked me out, and he's cute enough I couldn't say no."

"I can't place him," Danny said after some thought. "What's he look like."

Devlin shrugged. "Oh, he's a little taller than me, kind of thin with dark hair. He has a kind of serious look on his face most of the time, at least until you get him to smile. He has a really cute smile, it sort of crinkles up his eyes. If you must know he looks a little like some kind of a nerd, only without the glasses." She smiled. "I don't think I could date him if he did look like a nerd."

"Is this a sympathy date, Devlin?" he asked gently teasing her. He stood and finished taking off his pants. "You shouldn't ask boys out just to be nice to them."

"No," she said with a laugh. She stroked his length through his shorts. He was firming up quite nicely and she was looking forward to freeing it from its imprisonment inside his shorts. "This is definitely not a sympathy date. I kind of like him, actually. He's cute, he's smart, and he looks so much like a lost puppy that at times I just want to cuddle him. And it's not like we haven't seen each other before, either. We helped each other with our schoolwork last year and we've gone to a couple of after-school things, but those don't count. This is our first real date."

She hadn't really wanted to go out with Jeff, at least not when he'd first asked her out. But he'd grown up quite a bit over the last few months and he did look like a little puppy at times. It wasn't like this dance was the prom or something, it was just the regular Wednesday night dance at the school. And besides, her mother wanted her to date more. She made a face. She got asked out a lot, but none of the guys really interested her. And on the last two dates they'd put their hands everywhere. Some guys seemed to think getting a girl alone in a car was an excuse to feel her up. But there was something about Jeff that told her he wasn't that way. She was hoping he'd be different than most of the guys she had gone out with.

Danny slipped a finger down between her legs, parting the moist folds of her sex. She pressed forward against his finger, wanting a deeper touch. He kissed her, his lips gently nibbling hers. His warm body pressed against her, skin to skin in a long, intimate caress.

"Well, its 4:30 now," she said when they broke for air, "and he's not picking me up until 6:30." She took a deep, settling breath. Her heart was already racing in anticipation of what they were going to do. Danny kissed so well and knew just the way to get her worked up. "A couple of hours is not a lot of time, you know, not for us."

"So it looks like we shouldn't waste any more of it."

"My thoughts exactly." He leaned down and tongued her nipple. She wanted to press forward and feed him all of her large breast. Instead she stroked the back of his head as he teased her nipples until they were tight with feeling.

He kissed her breasts for a few seconds more before straightened up. "Go get on the bed," he said. "Let me finish getting undressed."

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" she asked with a mock pout. She ran her fingers across the hardness that was tenting out the front of his shorts. "Umm, this feels like it needs a lot of help."

He chuckled. "Only if we had more time."

She stepped back, watching him finish undressing. She kept her eye on the tight little briefs he wore and the large bulge in front. That's when she stopped him. "I have to do this," she said, kneeling in front of him.

"If you insist."

She pressed against his shorts, feeling his stiffness. She could feel every ridge on his cock. It was straining the front of his briefs. It was a wonder it hadn't ripped them open; two weeks was a long time for either of them to go without sex. She smiled and reached in, feeling him. His cock felt so big and strong. She licked her lips in anticipation. Then, slowly, gently, she pulled his shorts down. His hardness sprang out at her, barely controlled by her hand. She took it, rubbing him against her breasts, teasing them both as she rubbed him against her nipples. They tightened up even harder than before, even as his cock straightened out to its full length.

"I think you've stopped growing," he said, looking down at her. He put his hand on her breasts again. "At least you've stopped growing here."

"Thank God. I was afraid they'd never stop." She glanced down at her boobs. "I think they're too big as it is. Seventeen year old girls shouldn't have boobs this big."

"Women are never satisfied with their breasts," Danny said, chuckling. He resumed massaging the soft flesh of her breasts. "They're either too big, or too small. Guys on the other hand..."

"Guys think too big is never enough," Devlin said. She hefted his cock again, then reached in with her left hand and fondled his balls. "Now these feel just about right."

"I didn't say too big is never enough," he protested good-naturedly. "I think breasts can be too big. Beyond a certain size they look stupid. You know, especially some of those girls who've gotten implants."

Devlin nodded. "I call them the cows. The difference is I grew mine all by myself, they got theirs from a surgeon. But you haven't seen the looks I get from the boys in school, or heard the things they say. Most guys my age think I'm just a pair of boobs walking around. I don't think they've noticed they're attached to a girl."

He rubbed her breasts thoughtfully, tweaking her taut nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were straining with anticipation. "Most guys your age are thinking with their dicks, Devlin. You have to remember that. I was that age once, I know."

She squeezed her breasts in her hands. "I wore an AA cup when I was 12. I had boobs before a lot of girls my age did. I thought it was neat, then. I didn't realize I was going to grow a cup size each year after that. I measured myself last week, Danny. I've outgrown a D cup! I'm up to a DD. That's ridiculous. Why, last week a girl in gym told me she'd love to have half of what I had. I told her I would, too. I figured it out. I could give her half of what I had, and that would still leave me with nearly a C cup."

"I haven't had a chance to pay much attention to the girls lately." He drew her down on the bed and kissed her, starting under her ear and slowly working his way down her neck. He circled in on her breasts, squeezing each in turn as he sucked on her nipples.

"Umm," she murmured, her hand going to the back of his head.

He sucked each nipple in turn, leaving them taut red peaks of aching sensation. And then he moved to her flat tummy. With his tongue he traced light circles around her navel. It felt like hot little circles of fire on her tummy, and the flames ate inward to add to the warm feelings deep inside her.

He worked his way down her legs, finally sucking and kissing each toe. He smiled up at her then, right between her open legs.

"I love this view of you," he said. He kissed the inside of her ankle. "And this," he added.

She put a leg on each shoulder. She closed her eyes, savoring the feelings as he slowly kissed his way up her legs with feather-light butterfly kisses that clenched her insides and made her hotter and hotter with each touch.

She tried to move her hips, positioning herself to capture his tongue at the top of her legs, but he gripped her with his hands. "Not yet."

"Hurry it up," she said, moaning slightly.

He darted forward and touched the lips of her sex with his tongue, then, as she jerked from the heated flash of that intimate contact, he went back to tracing the taut sensitive flesh on the back of her knees.

"Liked that, did you?"

"God," she breathed. Touches like that almost drove her out of her mind.

His first touch on her thighs was like an electric shock. And it went straight to her middle, as did the second, and each one after that. Devlin clutched her breasts and moaned. Danny was an expert in the art of slowly licking a girl out of her mind. And he was giving her a virtuoso performance.

She cried in relief when he finally arrived at the apex of her thighs. It had taken him forever to get there, and... and now he was maddeningly kissing her everywhere but where she needed it.

"You trimmed your pussy hair," he said softly. He ran his fingers through the short black curls before tracing his tongue along the crease where her legs joined her body. Then he repeated himself on her other leg.

She could feel the heat of his face against her wetness, and it was too much for her. She grabbed his head and forced him against her. Danny responded with a gentle nibble at her entrance, slowly, slowly working his lips and the tip of his tongue between the lips of her sex.

Finally... finally! he began to suck and kiss around her clit. Devlin gave herself to the sensation. Each touch of his tongue, each light brush against her clit, each breath of air against her hottest little point surged through her like a wave, leaving fires in its wake.

The whole world had come down to his mouth and her center. Devlin rode his face, letting the sensations push her higher and higher. And as his tongue fluttered against her tight little bud, as his fingers probed her entrance, she lost control and came hard against him.

He held her, nuzzling her lightly until she came down from her peak. "I love the way you look when you cum," he said.

She felt giddy and light, like she was going to float away. "Oh?" she asked, fighting to catch her breath. "And how do I look when I cum?" They'd had this talk before, and she was always curious because he never answered the same way twice.

"It varies," he said at last. "Sometimes your face gets totally focused. Sometimes it looks like you're in agony, other times your eyes are just staring off into space as if you're seeing something nobody else can see."

She reached down and ruffled his hair. "What are you going to do when I go off to college? I'll be moving to campus, and Mom will be moving closer to her job."

"What'll you do?"

"A girl can always find sex," she said, stating the obvious. "A guy can't. We're just lucky that I'm as over-sexed as you are."

"Oh, something is bound to come up."

She reached between them, fondling his hardness. "Something already has come up."

He began to slide up her body, kissing her here, there, around her navel, and up to the base of her large breasts. And then he was slowly, gently, insistently sucking her flesh, circling around her areola, closing in on the taut dark red hardness of her nubs. She made a soft wordless noise as his teeth nipped at her peaks, first one, then the other. A warm glow spread through her body. She slipped her hand to the back of his head, holding him there, smiling down at him.

Finally he moved on, leaving his hands to cup and caress her breasts. She gave another little cry as she felt his cock brush her thigh. He kissed his way up her neck. She squirmed slightly, opening her legs, trying to guide his hardness to her center. Finally he brushed her sex with it. She reached down and took hold of him firmly, guiding him to the right spot.

He kissed her lips, just as he always did before entering her. Then he gave a slight push, lodging himself just inside the slick lips of her sex. She rubbed the soft head of his cock in her wetness. The feel of his hard maleness touching her most intimate and female place filled her with anticipation. In four years of daily sex with him it was a feeling she had never tired of.

She looked up in his eyes, kissed him back, then anchored her heels behind his knees and tried to impale herself. He cooperated, thrusting forward with the skill of long practice. He slid part way into her wet heat. He backed off slightly and then thrust again harder, firmer, longer, sheathing himself inside her with one slow continuous thrust. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment. He felt so big, so solid, and he took so long to slide it in to her. And it felt so good there. He opened her up and plugged her full at the same time.

"What are you staring at?" he asked when she opened her eyes and stared at his face.

"I always like to watch the face of a guy when he enters me," she said. For some reason speaking was always difficult at a time like this. Danny always felt like he was going to push all the way up and into her throat when he entered her like this.

Danny withdrew and started moving, Devlin matching him stroke for stroke, all thought banished. The only things that mattered were the feelings in her body. Every move of his cock, every touch as he slid inside her body only made her hotter. She clutched him to her, knowing what was to come, wanting it, and wanting to hold it off and prolong this as long as possible.

It felt like a bonfire had started in her middle. She tightened her legs around him, trying to draw him all the way in to her. Her whole body had come alive. She could feel his balls nudge her bottom as he reached her deepest point; she could feel the emptiness as he drew back until only his tip was in her. And each time, as he pushed into her, it was like the bellows of a furnace making her fire hotter and brighter.

Danny's movements were getting shorter and harder, and she knew he was nearing his own peak. She matched him, riding the crest of the wave as it rose higher and higher, threatening to break at any moment. And then...

"Oh God I'm cumming," she forced out as the moment took her. She rose up in a soaring climax, holding him, wanting to keep him as deep in her as she could. Everything was lost in the moment, all thought, and all reason, there was nothing but the wild fire of her climax, and Danny, groaning and straining against her, his cock moving sharply inside her, keeping it all going and going and going until there was nothing left but the moment.

A time... a long time, she relaxed utterly on the bed as he collapsed on top of her. She was filled with the lassitude she always got from a good climax. His cock was slowly softening, and she didn't want to move because it would slip out of her. He stirred slightly in his arms, momentarily spent. She brushed his hair back, kissing him on the cheek. He kissed her on the neck as she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

She could hear the distant sounds of children playing outside, the sounds Sue's wheelchair made on the floor downstairs, the beat of her heart... It was at times like this that she thought all of her crazy life was worth it, the daily sex with Danny, the party every other Friday night, all of the life nobody at school knew about. Nothing else could ever compare to this, the peace, the absolute serenity, the joining, the sharing, the perfect merging of their bodies. They'd been doing this since she was 14, and in nearly four years she'd found nothing better.

"Umm," Danny managed to get out after a bit. "God, that was good." He stirred again, and his cock finally slipped out of her. "Umm. Sorry I went off so fast."

"Don't be," she chided him gently. "It's been two weeks. Of course you're going to pop quickly."

He nuzzled at her breast, sucking her nipple hard. "Well, let me catch my breath..."

"Take your time," she said. One of the things she'd learned was that Danny recovered quickly. Most other guys would be done for anywhere between 30 minutes and an hour after a climax. But Danny could get going again after just a few minutes.

He continued to tongue her nipple, while his hand cradled her other breast. Then he slowly kissed his way down across her tummy. With a sigh of happiness he settled against her sex, shifting around so his limp, wet cock was squarely in front of her face.

She'd originally had a hang-up about oral sex. Oh, not the receiving of it, but the giving of it, especially with a cock that had just cum. But that had been years before, back when she was only 14. She'd learned, she'd gained a lot of experience, and now she was used to the taste of her own juices. What's more, Danny didn't mind going down on her when he'd just cum in her. There weren't that many guys who were willing to do that.

His cock was limp, wrinkled and wet. It was also slightly dark looking. It smelled of her juices, his cum, and that male smell that was a combination of sweat and something else. The taste, though, was mostly her. She licked him lightly, teasing him as she cleaned him. She could feel his cock slowly filling out as she did so, and it wasn't long before it was reasonably hard.

She concentrated on sucking him, taking him all the way to the back of her mouth. It had taken a while for her to learn how to do this without gagging, but she was glad she had. There was something enjoyable about holding a man like this, holding the most precious part of him. She fondled his balls even as she sucked, and his cock finally filled out to its full length and girth.

She sucked his balls, tickling them with her tongue. His little pouch wasn't as hairy as that of some men. It was definitely larger, though. She had wondered if that had anything to do with his sex drive. Or maybe this was why he could recover so quickly.

"How are we doing?" he asked from between her legs. He had been kissing her without putting too much effort into arousing her.

"I think we have something useful here."

"Good." He turned around so they were lying on their sides facing each other. She canted her leg over his hip. He reached between them, guiding his cock into her. She sighed as she felt him slide home.

"God," she murmured, "I love that feeling."

"Which one?"

"You entering me." She closed her eyes and clenched her tummy muscles around his hardness.

"Yeah, and I like that feeling. When she opened her eyes he explained-"Your squeezing me like that."

She smiled. "Dancer's muscles, I guess. I like feeling your cock that way."

He began to move, thrusting gently. After a moment Devlin began to push back at him. She didn't like this position as much as the others. He didn't get as deep inside her as he did other ways, but the top of his cock did rub her clit. And that more than made up for his not getting so deep.

She kissed him, her lips nibbling his. Their tongues dueled, slippery muscles sliding around each other in time with their bodies. He might not get as deep, but he she felt like she was dealing with his entire being, not just his cock.

She began to strain against him, pushing harder and harder, snapping her hips. The friction from his cock lit her fire all over again. She was rising, burning and bearing down on him all at the same time. Other times she felt everything concentrating on where he filled her. This was more like a giant bonfire that was filling her entire body. And when she came she spent in one long wave of heat after another that left her completely breathless.

He came moments later, thrusting hard, his cock sliding deeper as her wetness was aided by his jism. She squeezed down on him, picturing his cock as it spurted his warm jism into her depths.

They lay there for a bit, catching their breath, drifting pleasantly in the afterglow of a good climax. She loved this part; she'd loved it ever since she'd discovered how to cum. Ever since she and Butch had gotten together, first in his room, then in hers, and then finally in her backyard, she had treasured this mutual drifting together. It wasn't like the relaxing after she had fingered herself to completion. There it was over, she relaxed for a minute or two, and it was over. With a guy you could feel his body relaxing in your arms, just as you relaxed in his.

She hadn't intended to get intimate with Danny, or with Butch. But looking back on it, everything seemed to flow logically from that day she had come home from school, looked through her window, and seen Butch masturbating in his room.

She had started to turn on the lights, now she hesitated. She didn't want him to know she could see him. She stared at his hardness. She had wondered about that. She had seen baby boys-it was hard to think such a little thing could get big. She had read of such things in the romance novels she liked, and now, looking at Butch, she could see what they meant. His thing, his cock, she corrected herself, was definitely longer than the width of his hand. His left hand was cradling his balls, his right hand was moving rhythmically up and down his length.

She swallowed, suddenly feeling warm. She wished she could see it closer than right now; she remembered her mother's camera. She ran downstairs and found it in the closet. It had a telephoto lens and she looked through that, focusing on Butch. It was like a sudden shock. His hardness seemed to fill her field of view.