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Copyright (C) 1999,   Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights
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Original posting date: 
Saturday AM, January 23, 1999

A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: dandarla.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
 



Danny and Darla
	by Spangles Muldoon
	spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com

	The usual disclaimers apply. If you are too young to
read this, don't read it. If you live someplace where
reading this is illegal, I strongly suggest that you
move. Quickly. Do not try this at home. If you do try
this at home, don't blame me for what happens. After
all, I told you not to. This story is only a story. It
contains actions that are immoral, illegal, unsafe,
and downright rude. Enjoy.


	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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