Danny and Darla fucking story
By: Date: 2024.05.02. Categories: Sex Stories Tags: , , ,

Generally speaking, Danny was a dumbshit. I guess it wasn’t really his
fault, but damn, he sure could be dense. I guess it was mostly a function
of his age and lack of worldly experience, after all, he was only
seventeen, and had lived his entire life thusfar in a small, backwards,
redneck town. Sometimes the shit he pulled was downright funny, although
unintentionally, and sometimes it was pathetic.

Danny had the hots in a major, major, way for this sixteen year old girl
named Darla. He spent literally months trying to get up the courage to ask
her out. When he finally did ask her, she accepted, and then he went into
a stone cold panic. The plan he had was dumb, even for him. He decided to
take her out for burgers, then to a movie, and then back to my basement for
a makeout session (on the first date, yet…). He had already decided that
he would take along some booze and get her drunk, which should ease things
for him later in the evening. He didn’t even consider that maybe she
didn’t drink, and that he was too young to buy booze anyway, but that was
just the way he was. He paid a bum to by booze for him, and he bought
enough to host a New Years Eve party. I told him he could use the
basement, pretty confident that he would never get her there. I had never
even seen her, but I figured she would never let things progress that far
on a first date, especially with Danny. Even if she was so inclined to do
so, I was sure that Danny would manage to do or say something to put her
off.

The day of the date, Danny was a nervous wreck, even more than he had
been. He had a few stiff drinks that afternoon and a couple of more before
he went to pick her up, followed by a large dose of Listerene to get it off
his breath. It was about midnight when I heard a car in the drive. I
looked out the window and saw it was Danny. He was walking around to the
passenger side of his car to open the door for Darla. I watched with
curiosity, because I had never seen her before. The streetlight gave
plenty of light for a clear view.

I didn’t get a good look at her until he had closed the car door. She
was blonde, fair skinned, and had huge tits for a girl of her age, probably
thirty-fives or sixes. She had on a tight fitting blouse that was buttoned
up the front and loose and flowing skirt that ended just above her knees.
She was pretty conservatively dressed, actually. All in all, from what I
could tell from my vantage point, she really wasn’t bad at all. I was
amazed that a girl like her would ever agree to go out with Danny. She was
clearly out of his class.

She took about two steps and stumbled, almost falling. Danny caught
her, taking the opportunity to get a quick feel of her tit in the process.
It was obvious that Danny wasn’t very stable, either. Looked like she did
drink. As they made their way to the basement door, it was obvious that
they were both very, very drunk. Danny, being Danny, left the basement
door wide open after they went in. I could tell through the open door that
he had turned the basement light on.

I waited about a half hour or so, and decided to slip into the basement
and see if I could eavesdrop on them. I knew I could get all the way to
the bottom of the stairs without them seeing or hearing me, and I figured
if I got even halfway down the stairs, I could hear them clearly. It was a
whim, actually. I wanted to see how Danny acted in her presence, to see if
he had any style, or if he was the same old Danny that he was with anyone
else. Of course, there was the other side of it, too. I might catch them
doing something, and it would be a kick to listen in. If conditions were
right, I might even get into a position where I could see what was going
on. I headed for the basement.

When I got to the top of the stairs, the first thing I noticed was the
silence. Shit. Danny hadn’t even bothered to turn on any music. That
would have been the first thing I would have done. I started down the
stairs.

When I got closer the bottom of the stairs, the silence continued. I
was certainly far enough down the stairs to hear normal conversation, and
with the acoustics of the basement, I should have been able to at least
hear some noise if they were whispering. I might have even been able to
make out what they were whispering. If they were too busy to talk, I
should have heard moans and grunts or something.

I though it was very odd that there was no sound, so I carefully peeked
around the corner at the bottom of the stairs to see what was going on, and
I found the reason for the silence. They were both on the bed. Danny had
apparently had way too much too drink in the process of getting her drunk,
and they had both passed out. Danny was out cold, lying next to the wall
with his back to Darla. Darla was lying on the front of the bed on her
back, with her head on a pillow.

From the looks of it, Danny had made a valiant effort and even a little
bit of progress before he passed out. Darla’s blouse was unbuttoned and
her plain, white, bra was unfastened and bunched up under her chin. Her
skirt was up to about her mid-thigh, and her legs were partially open.
Yep, Danny had made some progress, but he had passed out before he got to
the goal. Damn shame. If he hadn’t drank so much and had managed to stay
awake, he could be fucking her right now, and she’d do nothing to stop it.
Hell, she might not ever even know it. She really wasn’t all that bad
looking, even though her build was a bit bigger than I prefer. Danny had
pulled yet another dumbshit move. He had done all the preliminary work and
wimped out before he reaped the benefits of it. That was typical for
Danny.

I had already turned and started towards the stairs when it hit me like
a ton of bricks. Shit. I could fuck her and she’d do nothing to stop it.
I turned and walked back toward the bed, kneeling down beside it. I played
with Darla’s tits a little bit, and then leaned over and sucked her
nipples, paying equal attention to each of them. Her nipples were small,
about the size of the tip of your little finger. I though they it was odd
to have nipples that small on tits that big, but it was only a passing
thought.

After a moment or two of playing with her tits, I quit that and reached
down and flipped her skirt up around her waist. She was conservative all
the way. Her panties were plain, white, cotton. Not even bikini cut. I
had to stand to get her panties down and off, and when I had that done, I
opened her legs wide. Her pussy hair was the same color as the hair on her
head. Her pussy was a pretty one. I know that sounds strange, but not all
of them are. Hers was well formed, with the outer lips opened like the
petals on a flower, and each was a mirror image copy of the other. Her
clit was prominent, to the point that a portion of it could actually be
seen without even holding her pussy lips open. I gave it a couple of quick
strokes, and got no real response from her.

I moved my hand lower and slipped my finger inside her. It slid in
easily. She was really pretty wet, much more than I had anticipated.
Between what little Danny had done before they had both passed out and my
sucking on her nipples and rubbing her clit, she was nicely moist. I
opened my pants and got into position on top of Darla, guiding my dick
directly to her entrance. It took me a couple of tries to get lined up
properly, but once I did, I slid into her half way on the first stroke. I
pulled almost completely out of her, then buried my dick full length into
her on the second stroke. My balls bounced gently against her ass. She
was certainly no virgin, but she was tight nonetheless. It was like being
tightly gripped by a moist velvet glove.

I began to fuck her slowly, really enjoying her. I could already feel
the pressure building in my balls, and knew I would be coming soon. I
debated for an instant about pulling out of her before I came, but it was
only for an instant. After all, I really didn’t give a shit if she got
pregnant or not. I figured if she didn’t get pregnant, it was no big deal.
If she did get pregnant, she would think Danny had fucked her while she was
passed out and would blame him. The very thought of that made it
impossible for me to hold back any longer. I started fucking her harder
and faster until I started to come inside her, sending several long streams
of come deep into her pussy. Each time my dick bottomed out in her pussy
and my balls bounced against her ass, another shot of sperm flew deep into
her pussy. It was a very satisfying climax for me.

I got up and looked down at her as I refastened my clothes. I started
to put her clothes back, but decided against that. My sperm was leaking
out of her pussy and running down her ass, making an ever growing pool on
the mattress between her legs. I had really, really, flooded her. I went
back upstairs. I had only been in the house about twenty minutes or so
when I heard a noise. I looked outside and saw Darla leaving. She was
still staggering a lot as she took off down the sidewalk. I went back down
to the basement to check on Danny. He was still out cold, and hadn’t moved
an inch. The pool of sperm on the mattress was still wet.
Epilogue:
Over the next few weeks, Danny was bragging to all the guys about how he
had fucked Darla. For the most part, nobody believed it, just because
Danny was Danny. I, of course, knew that he hadn’t fucked her. Danny
asked Darla out a few more times, but she always refused, never giving him
a reason. It rocked on like that for a while, and Danny finally quit
asking her out. All was quiet until the day that Darla announced she was

pregnant.

Everybody thought it was Danny’s baby, including Darla. The only one
who really didn’t think that was Danny, because he knew that he had passed
out and hadn’t fucked her. Still, he couldn’t say shit. He had bragged
too much about fucking her to back out of it now. If he started trying to
deny it, everybody would think it was just because he didn’t want the
responsibility.

It got even more interesting when Darla told her parents that Danny was
the father, and that he had raped her. She said she had kept quiet about
it because she was afraid of what he might do to her if she told, but since
she was pregnant now, she had no choice but to tell. She swore it was
Danny’s, and recounted how he had tried to seduce her and had played with
her tits. She said that he got her so drunk she passed out, and while she
was out, he raped her. She knew it as soon as she woke up, because she was
undressed and had very obviously had sex, and she and Danny had been the
only ones there.

Danny had a visit from the local police soon after the announcement, and
was eventually sent to a reform school on a rape charge. Danny was still
locked up when Darla had her baby. The baby looked nothing at all like
Danny, but that didn’t change anything for him. Like the old saying,
“Momma’s baby, Daddy’s maybe.” I was the only one who knew who the real
father was, and there was no way in hell I was going to talk. For Danny,
it was only reform school for a while. For me, well, it would have been
both rape and statutory rape, and I would have been put so far back in the
jail they would have to send me sunshine through a pipe, and for a long,
long time. Eventually, Danny got out, and he was then saddled with Child
Support payments. He never did admit that the baby wasn’t his and that he
had never fucked Darla. He was still a dumbshit. From the looks of it, he
always would be.

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