She was open to finding out.

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.

Daisy whined and leaned into whisper into his ear. “But fuck, this dick is good, though!” Her entire body shook as she rode Dylan, and the SUV shook, too. The cramped space of the passenger seat made it hard to find a good rhythm as their bodies were crushed by proximity, but even then it was good. Dylan, still breathless, stared at her bouncing breasts, her nipples swollen through her blouse. Swallowing his shock, he reached around her and rested his hands on her exposed bubble butt as an experiment. When she didn’t remove them, he tightened his grip and began pulling her into him. That alone was enough to force Daisy into two back-to-back orgasms.

Braced against Dylan and meeting his thrusts, Daisy groaned and curled her toes. She shoved her breasts into his face without thinking and giggled as he took to licking and nibbling her supple flesh. Dylan was not necessarily good at sex, and he was clearly inexperienced, but he made up for it with size and enthusiasm. His length and girth were powerful tools, and the only problem she could find with him was the depth of his strokes. He was too long to fit his entire dick up into her, and each powerful upward stroke hammered her cervix, causing brief stabs of discomfort among crashing waves of pleasure.

The hurt, however, was not nearly so great as to stop her. She had a third orgasm while riding him, holding her breasts to his mouth and feeding him her nipples. She laughed when he latched like a nursing baby and then moaned as his thrusts grew harder and wilder. The pain increased, but so did the pleasure, so Daisy felt it was a fair trade. She met his thrusts and let him move her, her cervix weakening and throbbing with each upward stroke. Then, it opened.

The sensation of her cervix parting for him was like nothing she had ever experience before. It frightened and thrilled her at the same time as pain and pleasure exploded in a white-hot, mind-numbing orgasm that left her breathless on his lap. His cockhead worked up into her cervix and then was held there, his fat cock so deep that it could go no further. Daisy was paralyzed, powerless to stop Dylan who became animalistic in his thrusts. Holding her by the ass and chewing her nipple, he fucked her harder as her cervix tightened around his crown like a noose.

Daisy came hard, but she didn’t scream. Instead, it was like she deflated after being punctured. All of the tension built up in her was released as a big, breathless wail before she collapsed onto Dylan’s skinny chest, speechless and entirely without thought. Pain ebbed and swelled through her, swirling and gathering inside of a mystifying storm of arousal. She came hard on him, harder than she had ever come before, and her cervix opened for him to welcome him into her depths. She came on him, painfully and unstoppably, because her cervix parted for him and hugged him afterward.

Dylan, buried under her suddenly limp, womanly weight, paused. Hands still clutching her plump bottom, he held himself inside of her to rest as she convulsed around him. Her body was thick but soft against him, a paragon of femininity, and it only made him feel more masculine to have her tightening and spasming around him. For him, the pleasure was dizzying, and he had to gather himself before he could speak. When he did, he whispered to her. “You, uh, you okay?”

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