As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
Newspapers today carry accounts of people who have never learned about good and bad, people who have never placed any value on human life, simply doing whatever a momentary whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in a high political office today offers yet another example.
The teacher in this story, Darcy Kane, is a woman of the present. Living a life of existential hedonism, she refuses to worry about tomorrow. Her main concern is for today and the pleasures it brings. Sex is merely something to be enJoyed, carrying neither emotional ties nor moral overtones.
TEACHER GOING DOWN-the story of a young woman who embodies the lifestyle of many in our society a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Darcy Kane had just peeled down the front of her exercise outfit when Tom Buckley burst through the door of her small office. She supported her big tits with one arm and turned to one side out of modesty. But she couldn't really cover her lust tits. They wobbled beautifully and one stubby brown nipple peeked out from between her fingers.
"Sweet Christ," he murmured, his eyes popping. He stood in the open doorway with a bundle of papers under his arm. He made no move to close the door behind him.
"Have you seen enough?" she snapped, trying her best to haul her outfit back into place. "Would you leave, please, and close the door behind you?"
She wanted to turn and face him, to show she was serious, but she was scared her tits would tumble free. She stayed as she was, half-crouched at the side of her desk. Down the hall, she could hear her girl students shouting and laughing in the showers after their workout.
Tom kicked the door shut behind him but made no move to leave. "Sweet Christ," he repeated. "They're beautiful. You've got the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen."
"I ... I was about to take a shower," she explained, bobbing her head toward the hissing of water in an alcove to her left. "Will you please leave, Tom? I'll see you later."
Still, he made no move to go. He dropped his bundle of papers down onto her cluttered desk and continued staring at her. Through her fingers he could see the nut-brown stub of one nipple and the perfect pink circle surrounding it.
"I came to ask you a couple of favors. It'll only take a second," he went on reasonably.
His eyes darted over her. She felt as though she were wearing absolutely nothing. "Well, what is it? What do you want to ask me?" she sighed. Quickly, she slipped into the chair behind her desk, hoping to conceal herself as much as possible. Unfortunately, the desk was too low to hide her tits.
"I was wondering if you could cover my last class this afternoon for maybe half an hour. I have business in town."
"Sure. Anything. I'll cover it. Now what was the other favor you wanted?"
He smiled at her lewdly. "Well, I hadn't planned on asking you this, but since you're already dressed for the part, how'd you like to take care of this for me?"
To Darcy's amazement, he came around the desk and unzipped his fly. He snaked his hand in through the opening, and suddenly he was waving a half-erect cock at her. Obviously, the sight of her bare tits had excited him. His prick was far from completely stiff, but it was getting there.
"Tom Buckley, what do you think you're doing? Put that thing away! We're both responsible teachers and my students are just down the hall!" "They won't know a thing. We're all cozy and private here. Isn't it about time we got closer?"
Darcy glared at him, then at his cock, more shocked than she'd been in a long time. They'd been out on dates together maybe three times, she and Tom, and on the last couple of occasions he'd really begun to come on to her, but in a nice way. She hadn't let him so much as feel her up, and he'd accepted that without growing surly and mean. Now, to have him flash his cock at her . . . well, it was more than she was ready for.
"Tom, this is ridiculous . . . and here, of all places."
"Just touch it, Darcy. Please. I don't expect anymore. Can I help it if I've got the hots for you?" He thrust out his crotch and the swelling log of his cock jerked toward her. The foreskin had begun to peel off the cockhead and she could see his piss-slit winking at her.
"I ought to call the principal and have you tossed out of here," she protested. But her tone of voice had changed. And she was gazing at his growing hard-on with a strange look in her eyes.
She was thinking back to the first time she'd seen a stiff cock, years ago. She'd been at a drive-in movie with some guy whose name she didn't even recall. She was still in high school, and her date had taken out his cock and forced her to jerk him off. She hadn't minded. She'd quite enjoyed herself, in fact. Until his cock had begun to twitch in her fist, that is, and white-hot gobs of cum and spattered the front of her blouse.
That had done something to her. It had changed her in some way. From then on, she had connected sex with getting soiled, getting dirty. And she didn't like it. She was going to be a teacher, she told herself. She had to be respectable and clean and well dressed at all times. She was going to get on in the world using her head. She didn't need sex.
And, all through the rest of high school and college, she avoided sex, though as her body filled out and grew more beautiful it was sometimes hard. She had guys coming on to her all the time. Dozens of them. But she never let them touch her. She never let them poke their dirty cocks at her and spray her with cum. She was determined she didn't need sex.
Then why was she staring at Tom's cock so intently now? Why wasn't she storming about the room, yelling down the hall for help? Why was she sitting there so passively, letting him wave his stiffening prick in her direction? She frowned a little and cast the thoughts aside. Then, slowly, she reached up and touched the shaft of his prick with her fingertips.
"That's it. Take my cock in' your hand. Squeeze it and play with it," he soothed. He let go of his cock quickly and it fitted perfectly into the circle of her thumb and forefinger. Her other fingers curled about his prick automatically, and he felt the gentle pressure of her hand.
"Tom ... I shouldn't be doing this," she murmured. But she gazed raptly at his throbbing prick and drew it toward her gently.
To her amazement, all his foreskin bunched up at the tip of his cock like a weird little wrinkled mouth. His cockhead disappeared from view completely. She could feel the throbbing inner shaft of the prick against her palm. His cock was growing stiffer and stronger by the second. Just the touch of her hand was having an amazing effect on his prick.
Then she forced her hand down the cock-shaft, as she'd learned to do all those years ago at the drive-in. And her eyes widened as the foreskin peeled back off the cockhead, rolled back on itself till it was wrapped in a tight ring around the flange of the cockhead. As her fist moved farther, the foreskin stretched along the cockshaft and the cockhead loomed out at her, all swollen and angry and purple.
"Up and down. Up and down, baby," Tom muttered. He was watching his cock as intently as she was. He was surprised at how gentle she was with him.
Darcy seemed not to have heard. She was examining his cockhead closely, her eyes wide with wonder. And she was still tingling at the way the outer skin of his cock had slid so easily over the solid inner shank. She'd forgotten what it felt like to hold a guy's cock in her hand. She had forgotten just how exciting it could be.
Finally, as if she'd only just heard him, she began to fuck her fist ever so slowly up and down on his cock. She used long, easy, relaxed strokes. And his prick continued to swell in her fingers. His hard-on was eight inches long now, and had turned a bright red.
"Have you had enough?"she asked after a moment or two. She sounded as though she would let go of his cock in a flash if he said yes, but her grip on his cock was as tight as ever and she made no sign she was going to stop.
"Faster. Just a shade faster," he encouraged. And he stepped around in front of her so that she could jack his prick more easily.
Her fist tugged on his prick more briskly, and now there were soft wet snapping sounds as his foreskin flapped back and forth. She glanced up into his face quickly to judge his reaction and then dipped her head again to her work. She adjusted her grip on his prick and began to jerk him off expertly.
One arm still supported her tits, held them nestled in the folded-down top of her exercise outfit. But now she caught sight of the bulging hairy sac of his balls, and she had a terrible desire to touch those bristling balls. Without thinking, she let go of her tits, raised her free hand, touched his swelling balls with her fingertips.
He groaned deeply, and there was no way of telling if he was reacting to the touch of her fingers or the sight of her luscious swollen tits wobbling to freedom. He stared down at her tits and marveled again at how big they were for such a slender woman, how perfectly shaped. He noticed the nipples had stiffened to nearly inch-long stubs.
"Darcy . . . Jesus!" he gasped, growing weak in the knees. "Why haven't we done this before now? Why haven't we . . ."
His voice trailed off and he was forced to grip the edge of her desk for support. His cock looked bigger than he'd ever seen it before, and redder, more angry. Now that she was touching and tickling his balls, he felt them grow heavy. He wondered quickly just"how long he could keep himself from spurting his jizz.
"It's so big. It's so hard," she murmured. One hand flew up and down on his cockshaft while the other teased and tickled the hairy wrinkled sac of his balls. She seemed really caught up in what she was doing. It was as if all those years without sex hadn't occurred.
"Darcy, I'm not sure how long . . . how long before I . . . shoot," he panted, glaring down at her. "Your hand is so gentle. You sure know how to jerk a guy off."
Darcy thought ahead for the first time to what she knew was coming. His jizz, his cum was going to spurt out in thick jets. There was nothing she could do about it, unless she stopped jacking him off this very moment. And she didn't want to do that. She didn't want to stop.
What would she do about his cum? How would she react toward it? Would it be just like that time at the drive-in?
She yanked and tugged on his cock, unable to stop herself. In fact, her hand movements grew quicker, more urgent. Something was driving her on, forcing her to experience again something that had disturbed her years ago. She felt herself wanting his cock to spurt cum, wishing for it with all her heart. She stared at his cockhead with wide eyes and breathed deeply.
"Darcy . . . Sweet Christ . . . Darcy, I can't hold back!" he gasped, and he held his hand out just to one side, ready to grab his spurting cock if she should let it go.
But she didn't let his prick go. She pumped it all the harder, yanked and tugged on his prick as if she wanted to pull it out by its roots. And she shifted in her chair, brought herself closer to the twitching, throbbing cockshaft. her big lush tits hung down all free and naked on her chest, the nipples pointing up like proud stubs of rubber.
"Christ! Oh, Christ!" he growled suddenly. And his hips humped back and forth, fucking his cock through the tight cradle of her fingers.
A long rope of silver cum twirled up into the air in front of her. It seemed to hang there for several seconds, hooked to his cocktip like a loop of twine. Then his cum fell across her naked tits, draping itself from one tit to the other in a silver bridge. The cum actually dangled between her tits like a swinging rope for a while, before snapping and drooling onto her rib cage and belly.
"Christ! Oh, Christ!" he repeated helplessly. His hips still pumped back and forth.
Another giant streamer of spunk spiraled Up into the air. Her eyes followed it, as if she were watching something wild and fascinating. The jism twirled a little to one side, then fell sloppily down over her left tit, decorating the tit like icing on a cake. It split into two thick streams of white cum that veered around either side of her erect nipple. Then each stream curled down the underside of her tit to her rib cage.
"Oh! Oh!" he gasped, the muscles of his thighs straining. He couldn't take his eyes off her cum-splattered tits.
Her fist had slowed down a fraction, and it was as if she were trying to gain control of where each hot cum jet went. The next spurt of cock cream was forced over to the left, toward her right tit. And it went slithering off across her tit till it hit her swollen nipple. Then it bounced up to one side and left a trail of silver jism all the way to her armpit.
Finally, she tugged his cock so close to her that every jet of jizz was hitting her in the neck and throat. One, two, three times more his prick twitched, and each time it fired off a thick blast of white cock cream that ended up drooling around her throat and down into her cleavage. Several shimmering globs of cum oozed down her naked chest and pooled between the inner swells of her tits. Tom moaned and groaned as if he were in pain, and from time to time he rolled back his head and clinched his eyes shut. But then every few seconds he gazed down at her again, amazed that she seemed to be deliberately covering her neck and throat and tits with cock cream. It was the last thing he expected to see her do.
"Darcy . . . Darcy . . . Darcy ..." he mumbled, his voice a hoarse croak. His body was sagging a little to one side.
She pulled his cock down suddenly, heaved out her left tit so that her nipple was pressing against the still-spurting piss-slit. Then she watched in fascination as one final jet of cum shot up in several directions around her nipple. Loops of silver jizz ended up dripping from her tit again, and her soiled nipple shone like a glazed strawberry.
"Darcy . . . what's the matter? What's the matter with you?" he gasped. One hand still clutched the edge of her desk. His face glistened with sweat.
She didn't answer. She simply watched his cockhead to see if any more cum would spurt forth. There were no more spurts, but his prickhead did ooze heavy globs of jizz, and she angled his cock this way and that, letting the cum slop down over her tits. She seemed completely wrapped up in herself, almost as if he weren't even in the room.
"Darcy," he gasped one last time.
Her fist was steering his cock this way and that, poking the cockhead through all the thick dripping gobs of cum. She was using his prick like a paintbrush, daubing herself with the silver slime from his balls. She made sure each tit was covered, gleaming and glistening with a thick coating of jizz.
She wasn't listening to his moans and groans. She didn't hear anything. All she was aware of was his cum, and the way it dripped and drooled over her tits and nipples. She was watching the way the cum slopped and drooled about on her skin, rolling onto her rib cage and belly like so much whitewash.
And again she was thinking about that time so long ago, when she'd been in a car with her date at the drive-in and the cum had splattered and soiled the front of her blouse. Why had she been so disgusted? Why had she let it turn her off sex for so long? Was it because she was so young at the time, and it was so unexpected? She might never know. It might always be a mystery to her.
One thing was for sure. She hadn't been disgusted this time. Not at all! And she was topless. The hot cum had splattered her naked tits and belly, not just her blouse. This time, it had been fascinating and exciting to watch all that hot jizz spurt out, to feel it smashing against her skin. It had thrilled her.
Her heart lurched suddenly and she realized that her pussy was wet. While she'd been jerking Tom off, she'd been creaming her pants without realizing it. And that meant only one thing. She wanted sex. She wanted more than a jerk-off session. She was horny for the first time in years.
She glanced up at Tom hopefully, finally coming to her senses. But he was backing off from her, and his cock was limp as a noodle. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. All she could do was gaze down at her cum-splattered tits and belly, at all the gobs and strings of spunk hanging there, her nipples shone brightly.
"Some hand-job, baby. Better than I ever expected," he grunted. He zipped himself up and backed to the door.
CHAPTER TWO
Darcy took over the last half hour of Tom Buckley's class, as she'd promised, but it was rough. Tom was the boys' basketball coach, most of the time, and the only other classes he had were babysitting sessions with the less bright kids. This last class of the day was one of these, made up of a half dozen slow and sleazy girls and some of the toughest boys in the whole school. It was definitely not fun.
And what made it worse was the crazy mood she was in. She was tense and restless, and she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between her and Tom Buckley. Visions of his thick throbbing cock kept dancing through her head. And over and over again she imagined him spurting hot cum at her.
It had happened so fast and been so unexpected. Tom had taken advantage of her while she'd been half undressed, embarrassed and confused. That was the only way she could account for what had occurred. But then why had she let herself jerk him off? And why had she aimed his cock at her tits, spraying them with jet after jet of warm cum?
It was so unlike her. All these years, she'd been avoiding sex, telling herself she didn't need it. She'd concentrated on getting her career started, on working hard and feeling good about herself and what she did for a living. Now, in one wild half hour, a strange new side of her had emerged, a side she didn't know existed. It shocked her deeply.
His cock had felt so good, and that was what worried her. She had enjoyed jerking him off, feeling his cock grow in her fist, watching it shoot jizz all over her tits. All the disgust she'd felt when she was younger had disappeared. Pumping his cock excited her. She now had the tingling in her pussy to remind her just how much.
Somehow, she managed to plow through the last half hour of the day, though at one point she was almost in tears over some nasty remarks that one of the rougher boys taunted her with.
His name was Kyle Thomas and he seemed to take pleasure in trying to push her to the limit. She was determined not to make too much of a fuss, since she wouldn't be seeing this class again. But she made a note to mention his behavior to Mr. Buckley when she saw him next.
Darcy rushed out of school after classes, anxious to be away, though she didn't feel like going straight home. The tingling in her pussy was growing worse, if anything, and she toyed with the idea of taking a late-afternoon jog through the park to work off her tensions. She wasn't even out of the school parking lot, though, when she was waylaid.
Kyle Thomas had pulled up alongside her in a huge, souped-up car. He smirked up at her through his open window and offered her a ride. She stopped in her tracks, and was about to say something very rude and cutting. But suddenly he was beaming at her, apologizing for his behavior in class, telling her he had to act that way to keep up his image with the gang he ran around with. He finally jumped Out of the car and held open the passenger door for her, smiling warmly the whole time.
Darcy was still inclined to refuse and tell him off, but something stopped her at the last minute. She was looking at his strong brown arms and the way his chest bulged in his T-shirt. Her eyes fell automatically to his crotch and she noted the healthy cock bulge there. He really did have a beautiful body, she mused. And when he wasn't scowling, his face was pleasant and rather handsome.
Before she knew it, she was in the front seat alongside the youth and they were scooting out through the suburbs in the late afternoon sunshine. She didn't say anything, but stared out the windshield with a very serious look on her face. She was very much aware of his presence beside her. He scared her a little. But she was determined not to let him know it.
When he drove by the turn-off for her apartment building, she protested. But he calmed her by saying he wanted to make up for his bad behavior in class. He was going to do something for her, show her something. It was the least he could do after the way he'd acted. Darcy sat back and sighed.
She felt an odd thrill in her belly, all the same. She couldn't quite explain it. It had something to do with feeling helpless and not in control of things. She felt as though someone stronger than herself were calling the shots, as she'd felt so long ago in that drive-in with her date. It was a weird feeling, and it excited her.
"What is it you want to do for me?" she asked, still not looking at him.
"You'll see. Be patient," he said. And he went on driving.
He finally parked in a wooded area by the lake. He turned off the motor and stared at her with an odd smile. His arm was draped over the back of the seat and he was touching her shoulder. He seemed to be waiting patiently for her to say or do something.
"Well?" she said at last, turning to look at him. She was playing the role of teacher again, though she felt far from confident about it.
He laughed. "How'd you like me to eat you? How'd you like me to eat out your sweet little cunt?"
Darcy stared at him in stunned silence. She was too shocked to say or do anything. She made no sign that she'd heard him, in fact, but simply continued to stare at him as if nothing had happened. He laughed again.
"You know you want it. I can always tell. I've had my eye on you since you started teaching in September. You need fuckin' so bad you can taste it. Why don't you admit it?"
Still Darcy didn't say anything, and he slid over close to her on the bench seat. She backed off, forced herself into the corner by the door. But she didn't fling open the door or try to push him away. She simply stared at him in amazement. Her heart had begun to pound dully.
"The way I see it, Mr. Buckley isn't doing his duty. You see him once in a while, don't you? What's the matter, he not your type? You prefer someone rougher maybe, like me?"
He was close to her on the seat but so far had made no move to really touch her. He leaned over her, gazing into her big blue eyes. He breathed in calmly and slowly. She could feel the power of him even without coming into contact with him. She felt weak, as if she'd been out in the sun too long.
"You must be mad," she murmured. "Just who do you think you're talking to? Do you know what kind of trouble you could get in-talking to me this way?"
"I don't think you'll fuss too much. You need cock too bad," he said.
And before she could react, he had nuzzled his head alongside hers and was kissing and nipping at her neck. She was about to burst into action. Her body tensed in readiness. But then she didn't move at all. His mouth was so gentle and nice on her neck. He was nipping at her so tenderly.
"This has got to stop. Right now. I mean it," she protested. But there was no fight in her voice. She sounded as sweet and accepting as a kid with a new toy. Her head tilted slightly to one side to give him more room.
"You smell nice. You smell real good," he was saying. And suddenly his fingers were on the front of her blouse and he was unsnapping her buttons one by one.
"Mr. Thomas! Please!" she complained. But again she made no move to get out of his way. Her hand did snake out briefly and touch the door handle, but she didn't click it open. She simply sank a little lower in her corner and began breathing heavily.
Once he had her blouse all the way open, he lifted his head and stared down at the big tits packed into their flimsy ice-blue bra. She heard him gasp as he saw what she had to offer. Then his mouth was kissing and teasing its way down from her neck while his fingers unsnapped the bra clasp at her rib cage.
Her big beautiful tits wobbled prettily and separated as they were set free. The cups of her bra fell off to either side arid left her tits completely bare. She had a quick urge to cover her tits with her hands, to cup them modestly. But at the last minute she didn't bother. She sank lower still on the bench seat.
"Mmmfff . . . gorgeous fucking tits . . . best set I've seen in a long while," he mumbled, still licking his way down along her collarbone. His hands forced open her blouse till her flat brown belly was fully exposed.
"Oh, God . . . oh, God . . ." she moaned, sinking more and more into a daze of helplessness. She had a pretty good idea what was coming next, and the notion made her quiver with excitement.
His mouth was moving down onto the upper globe of her left tit. He was kissing her tit, licking her, using his tongue to tickle and taste her lewdly. And the springy flesh of her tit stayed firm and solid under his lips. The skin was brown and clean and healthy. It glowed with life.
"Mr. Thomas ..." she breathed in one last gasp of protest.
But she knew it was too late. His mouth had already found the stiffening stub of her nipple and he was sucking it, drawing her nipple into his lips hungrily. He ran his tongue around and around on the pink circle surrounding the nipple. Then he caught the stub lightly between his teeth.
She let out a deep groan, and for a second he thought he was hurting her. But then her hand was snaking up in back of his head and she was pulling his face harder onto her tit, urging him to suck her nipple some more, helping him. She heaved her tits up at him and closed her eyes with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh . . . ohhh, God!" she groaned, sparks flying up through her nipple into her tit. He was sucking hard, tugging the stiffening knob up high off its ring of flesh. He obviously knew what he was doing when it came to tits.
She sighed and sank lower yet in her seat, her right tit lolling just to one side. His free hand came up to cup that tit, to maul it steadily. His thumb flicked at the free nipple and helped it telescope higher and higher, like a swelling thumb. He made loud wet sucking sounds on her tit.
"Ohhh . . . ohhh!" she whimpered. And now she was clawing at the back of his head with both hands, raking her fingers through his hair and clasping him to her.
He spat out her left nipple suddenly, began kissing and licking and slobbering his way over to her right tit. He wasn't hesitating at all, wasn't stopping to ask if this was what she wanted. He seemed to take all of it for granted from the start, as if he really did know what she wanted before she did, herself. He snuffled deep in her cleavage, then licked his way up her right tit and onto her swollen nipple.
"I don't believe this . . . ohhh, God," she mumbled. She tugged his head tightly to her tit and bit her bottom lip. In her panties, she could feel the wetness spreading.
It occurred to her that she'd been in a state of advanced fuck-lust since jerking off Tom Buckley. She was creaming her pants, literally. Her pussy was wet and aching with need. Why hadn't she done something about her needs before this? Why was she forced into letting a rough schoolboy get her off?"
She gasped out loud as he nipped her nipple roughly with his lips. But already he was licking lower still. He began licking down the center of her belly, and soon his tongue was poking into the sweet dimple of her navel. He tugged on her a little till she was virtually lying flat on her back on the large front seat.
"You ready for a little cunt-licking? You want your pussy eaten by an expert?" he grunted. He glanced up into her face briefly as he poked about in her navel.
She stared down at him through he hollow formed by her big tits. Already his hands were at her skirt. He was fumbling, trying to haul it down. She sensed him getting nowhere.
Amazed at herself, she reached down to help him, slid down a side zipper, undid a button. She lifted her ass up off the seat, allowed him to haul the skirt off under her till he had it clear of her feet. Then she repeated the process while he hooked his fingers inside her panties and hose and tugged down. He was scrunched up at the far end of the bench seat, as far away as he could be.
"This is some fucking hot body you got here, teacher lady," he gasped, his eyes roaming up and down her body hungrily. "Holy fuck, why do you keep this under wraps? You should be showing this off for all the boys. Everybody should get to see these legs, these tits, this ..."
He broke off as the first hairs of her crotch came into view from under her lowering panties and hose. Her cunt tuft was blonde, the color of her head, and the hairs were bright and fresh and pretty looking. All except where they curled close to her cuntlips. Here they were matted and soggy with pussy juice.
"You're all wet! Holy fuck, your cunt's all wet and ready!" he croaked. "What have you been up to today, teacher lady? Don't say old Kyle has gotten you this wet with just a tit-suck! Even I'm not that good!"
Darcy flushed deeply but didn't say anything. She gazed down the length of her golden body, amazed that this was happening to her, that she was letting this happen so willingly. He had her panties and hose hauled just off her crotch so that they stretched between her thighs like a lacy rope. He left them there for the time being and gazed into her cunt.
"What a horny little pussy! Even that crazy bitch Louise doesn't get this wet! Fuck, lady, you need cock even more than I figured!"
Darcy's ears burned at the mention of Louise. She was a sleazy teenager who rumor had it had fucked two thirds of the boys in school. Comparisons like that, Darcy didn't need. Still, there was no denying her cunt was soaking wet. It had been a long hard day. It seemed to Darcy that she'd been wet for as long as she could remember.
"Oh, baby. Oh, baby," he muttered. And now he was leaning down over her, touching his fingers to the puffy wet lips of her cunt. He pried her cuntlips apart and gazed at the shining pink skin inside. He smiled up at her warmly.
Darcy felt a shudder go through her. His fingers on her cunt were sending sparks through h&'shd'd'never felt before! Her thighs spread wider apart, and her panties and hose stretched even tauter between them. She wanted him to pull them off all the way. She wanted to be naked in front of him.
"You're a hot one and that's for sure. You really need fucking, don't you?" he said, not expecting an answer. He grabbed the tangled roll of her panties and hose, hauled them quickly down past her knees and off over her feet. He gripped the insides of her thighs, forced her legs up and out. Then he scrunched down between her thighs and lowered his head.
"Are you going to . . . you know ... do it?" she croaked, staring down at him between her legs.
"Do what? Say it, baby. Don't be scared to say the dirty words." He had his fingers on her cuntlips again and had pried them wide open. But for the moment he didn't use his mouth on her pussy. He seemed content to study the lush and ragged folds of her cunt as they oozed into the open.
"You know. Are you going to . . . eat me?" she purred. Her blue eyes were very large and very wide. She looked like a young girl.
"What do you think, baby? Sure, I'm gonna eat you. I'm gonna suck and lick this sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. And then, if you play your cards right, I might even consent to fuck you."
Darcy's mind reeled. She felt so helpless, so under his power-and she loved the feeling. It was like the time so long ago in the drive-in. Only this time she knew there would be no panic or upset when he shot his cum load.
"You mean it? You really want to . . . fuck me?" she groaned. "You want to shove your cock inside me and everything?"
"That's the way it's done, baby. Or didn't you know?" He was glaring steadily at her cunt, watching as layer after layer of bright pink skin wriggled into view. Her pussy seemed to be blossoming before his eyes like some weird and exotic plant. It was the cleanest and freshest, but in a way the grossest cunt he had ever seen.
He waited another second or two, watched the inner mouth of her cunt, all rubbery and swollen, flop into view. Then he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and got to work.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh, God! Oh, my God!" Darcy moaned, keeping her eyes shut. She could feel his tongue poking the rubbery folds of her cunt. Small flashes of pleasure were shooting up into her belly.
Her legs were split wide, and he held her outer cuntlips open with his fingers. Her pussy seemed to have folded itself inside out. All the inner skin was gaping out into the open. He licked at it, scraped his tongue up one side of her cunt gash and down the other. He nipped at the floppy folds of pink skin with his lips, drew them out even farther.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. Her ass shifted about nervously on the bench seat.
Her cunt cracked wider and wider as he sucked and nibbled. The hairy outer slabs seemed permanently peeled back. He poked his tongue deep inside her pussy, wiggled it around. He snorted into the tufted blonde hair of her cunt and she felt his breath up along her belly. She moaned steadily now, and rolled her head back and forth on the seat.
"You like it, huh? You like having your cunt sucked?" he asked with a leer. He raised his greasy face just long enough to glance at her, then dipped back between her thighs.
"Oh, God ... it feels so . . . strange! So weird and strange."
He was curling his tongue around and around on her cunt, covering every last inch of swollen pink skin. The slimy cunt goo kept slithering on down, bathing his face, matting her crotch hairs together. Her ass shifted slightly and he had to follow her from side to side with his mouth. He sounded as though he were slurping up hot soup.
"Eat it . . . eat it like that," she murmured, her voice thick and lazy. "It feels so nice . . .
it feels so strange and nice."
He nibbled and sucked contentedly, gently tugging at the loosened flaps of her cunt. He poked the pulpy skin this way and that and dented her cunt mouth into all kinds of shapes. She writhed more and more wildly, shifting her crotch up and down slightly. Her big tits wobbled and shimmied on her chest like great mounds of gelatin.
He kept gnawing hungrily at her cunt. He licked his tongue up one loose fold of skin, down another. Then all at once he found the swollen button of her clit with his tongue.
He'd seen her clit as soon as he'd split open her cuntlips - a thick, stiff little button of pink skin that stuck out at the top of her rubbery cunt mouth. Up until now he hadn't touched her clit, and it was just as well. She went wild, wriggling and squirming on the seat as if he'd zapped her with some kind of electric current. It took a great deal of effort for him to stay with her, to keep his mouth glued to her cunt.
"Ohhh, my God! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she bleated, as if she were in some distress. "Eat me! Eat my cunt! Eat my hot wet pussy!"
He tried his best, shifting his head with her as she writhed from left to right and back again. She had arched her back up off the car seat and was fucking her cunt onto his mouth, smothering him with the warm wet gash of her pussy. Her knees were bent and she was digging her heels into the seat, humping her ass up and down.
"Suck it! Eat my cunt! Lick my pussy!" she pleaded, and her voice sounded truly desperate. Her hand was on his head again, and she was clawing her fingers through his hair, clutching him to her gaping cunt.
His tongue diddled her clit and wouldn't stop. He forced his face forward into her cunt, mashed it against the soggy wet cuntlips. And all the time he was tickling her cunt, teasing her with the snaking pad of his tongue. He wanted to drive her crazy. He wanted her so wet and willing that she'd let him do anything.
"Oh, my God! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she gasped, scarcely believing that she was the one filling the car with the obscene words. She certainly never used words like fuck and cunt and pussy. And yet here she was yelling them out in lust and pleasure. What was happening to her?
She was cumming, she realized dazedly- that was what it was.
Her cunt was sizzling and crazy sparks of pleasure were shooting up her cunt walls and into her belly. Even her thighs were fluttering With pleasure. She was having a climax, and she'd never felt anything so wonderful in her whole life! It was like being tickled from the inside.
Why, oh, why had she never done this before? Why had she never let anyone eat her cunt? And what about fucking? If a guy's mouth could make her feel this fantastic, what could his cock do? She'd explode. She wouldn't be able to stand it. She felt her cunt quaking and her stiff nipples seemed to be on fire.
He stayed with her, poking and licking and sucking at her swollen clit as if he wanted to make her faint with pleasure. Even when she was at her wildest, he clung to her, snorting and slurping. His hands had snaked under her twitching ass and he clutched her springy ass cheeks and left white finger marks in the sweet ass flesh.
She didn't lower her ass to the seat for many long minutes, and when she did it was with moans and groans of pleasure. Her body twitched and jerked. She was quivering slightly from head to toe. Her cunt, her ass crack, his face, were all covered with a thick layer of pussy slime.
"You had enough, baby?" he gasped at last, lifting his greasy face from her steaming crotch. "You Had your cunt eaten enough for one day?"
She couldn't answer. She simply lay quivering as if she were in a state of shock. Her naked body glistened with a fine film of sweat, and the sight of it made his balls ache. He crawled up from her crotch at last, clambered up onto his hands and knees. He began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly.
She was only vaguely aware that he had stopped eating her pussy. Even in her daze, she heard the scrape of his zipper, the flap and rustle of clothes being removed. She raised her head slightly, opened her eyes. Her heart lurched and she gasped out loud at what she saw, at what she knew was going to happen next. She began to whimper like a lost little girl.
He had his pants and shorts down past his knees, and he was crawling up over her. But what really caught her attention was what he had between his legs. A huge, thick cock bobbed and swayed there, jutting out from his forest of crotch hair like some monstrous growth. The cockhead was purple and swollen, and it dripped a string of clear pre-cum juice down onto her brown thigh.
"You like my cock? You like the look of it?" he asked, noting the direction of her stare.
"Wait till you feel it inside you baby. You'll never forget old Kyle Thomas."
Darcy whimpered and kept her eyes glued to the youth's monstrous cock. His fucker was stiff, as thick as her arm and almost as brown. A fat blue vein pulsed in its side and his cock twitched in the air like a snake on the hunt.
"You're . . . you're going to fuck me," she moaned. It wasn't a question. It was a simple statement of fact.
"Fucking right. I'm going to fuck you till you can't stand up. Eating your cunt has given me a real heavy load to get rid of. I hope you like cum. I'm gonna pump you full of it, baby. I'm gonna spurt you so full of cum you're gonna be spitting it up."
He had dug his knees into the car seat between her scissored legs and now he gripped his cock midway up its trunk. He tilted his prick down, nudged it between her thighs till the swollen cockhead touched the gaping greasy lips of her cunt. She gasped out loud, propped herself up on one elbow so that she could stare down between her wide-spread legs.
"You need it bad, teacher lady. I never seen a cunt this wet. You been needing a big thick cock up your cunt for a long time."
Again Darcy whimpered. And she felt the hard head of his cock circling about against the rubbery ring of her cunt. He forced his cock ahead slightly, and the cockhead slotted neatly between her greasy cuntlips. Then he was easing forward steadily, lowering his belly down onto hers. The giant log of his prick began fucking deep into her cunthole.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhh, my God!" she bleated. And suddenly she wasn't watching the progress of the cock anymore. Her head rolled back and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Feels good, huh? Feels good to have a big thick cock up your cunt after all this time?" he snorted. He had let go his cock now and was letting his body weight force the prickshaft steadily between the gaping pink petals of her cuntlips. Three inches, four inches, five inches of cockmeat disappeared inside her pussy.
She moaned. The tingling sparks of her climax had faded and were being replaced now by a delicious solidness in her cunt. His cock felt so good fucking inside her cunt.
His ass lowered and more and more of his bloated cockshaft fucked into her. Six inches, seven inches and more. His wiry crotch hair touched hers and then mingled with it. His belly sank warmly on top of hers. His balls settled into the crook of her thighs and his prick was in her all the way. His prick throbbed crazily inside her pussy.
"Oh, fuck . . . oh, fuck . . . oh, fuck ..." she crooned, lying passively beneath him. She felt stuffed with cock.
He rested on top of her for what seemed like a long time, getting used to the snug wet warmth of her cunt around his rock-hard prick. And then all at once he began to pump his ass up and down. He rose and fell on her, fucking his cock in and out of her warm sucking cunt. His belly slapped on top of hers.
"Ungh . . . ungh . . . ungh!" she grunted, finally opening her eyes and staring up into his reddening face. She was amazed there was no discomfort. Amazed that she could take a cock of this size and thickness without the slightest pain. She felt wonderful! She was stuffed with a huge, granite-hard cock, and she was loving every minute of it.
"Nice, huh? Nice to get fucked?" he teased, glancing into her face. He was speeding up slightly, working into a steady fucking rhythm that sent his prick boring deep into her sucking pussy. He was fucking in to the balls on every stroke.
She reached up, planted her hands on his jerking hips. She hooked her legs up in back of him, tried to pull his cock deeper into her wet cunt.
He propped himself up on one arm and began mauling her naked tits with his free hand. He squeezed the lush tit flesh in his fingers, massaged each tit around and around. He gripped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them about. Both nipples jutted up nearly a full inch off their pink rings of skin.
Darcy felt herself melting. The tingles in her pussy were returning, only this time they seemed to go deeper. They seemed to shoot up through her belly into her tits and farther. She was going to climax again, she knew. And she wasn't sure she could stand it. Her body felt racked already, as if she'd spent an entire day swimming or something.
"Feel my cock. Feel it go deep," he grunted, staring down into her eyes. "What's it like? How does it feel up your hot sucking cunt?"
"Sssssooo big! So fucking big and hot and hard! It's splitting me! It's splitting me in half!"
He grinned, as if that was exactly what he wanted to hear. And now he speeded his fucking up even more. Up and down his ass pumped, a pale blur in the car's interior. His belly smacked down on hers and his cock made greasy sucking sounds as it fucked in and out. A white froth had formed around the lips of her cunt; Her pussy hair was flecked with cunt cream and her thighs were smudged on either side.
"You like it then? You like a thick cock up your cunt?" He seemed to gain some weird, satisfaction out of hearing her talk while he fucked her.
"Fuck, yes! I love it! Don't stop! Fuck me hard! Cram your big thick cock up my cunt and never stop!" she cried.
She twitched her ass up off the seat slightly, but she really didn't have to do much. He provided all the friction. His great thick club of a cock was carving her poor helpless cunt every which way.
He grinned again and pistoned his ass up and down like a wild man. Her belly rippled with the force of his fuck-thrusts and her tits joggled and quivered when they weren't clutched in his sweaty-palms.
Darcy was cumming again in waves. Hot washes of pleasure were rolling through her again and again. She bit her lip and tried to keep from screaming with lust.
Kyle kept up the wild fucking for maybe two minutes, until he was bright red in the face and his muscular body glistened with sweat. Then he seemed to slow down slightly and his eyes closed in a look of complete satisfaction.
Darcy wondered what was happening to him. Then she felt the first hot spurt of cum inside her cunt and she knew.
He was cumming inside her, spurting out hot gushes of jizz. And she had the odd feeling that it was all happening in slow motion. The spaces between spurts of cum seemed to last minutes at a time. She stared up at him, still climaxing, herself. And all the while, her insides felt as if they were being sprayed with molten steel. "You're cumming! You're spurting inside me! I feel it! I feel every spurt!" she croaked. It was hard to tell if she was happy, or mad, or shocked, or what.
The first spurt of jism drenched the walls of her cunt, filled her with teeming, gushing spunk. And now he was fucking her with careful, studied motions, as if afraid his cock would flop out of her pussy. After maybe three more fuck-strokes, another sizzling knot of cum burst free, fountaining up her cunt like something shot from a hose.
"Hot cum! Hot cum spurting off inside me!" she cooed. She seemed to feel every ripple and pulse of his cock as it spurted.
He didn't say a word, but just heaved his ass up and down, buried his cock inside her cunt. Another giant rope of cum sprang free, mingling with the rest. And now each time he pulled his cock into the open it glistened and shone. Thick strings of cum hung from his cock like wet paint and dribbled down over his balls.
He buried his cock again, and once more a jet of spunk sprayed her insides. Dirty wet squelching sounds rose up from her clogged cuntlips. Her pussy hair was matted and oily with fuck-slime. Silver jizz was pouring out of her cunt below his cock and draining off into the crack of her ass. Her pussy was clogged, filled to capacity with steaming-hot cum.
But yet another stream of jizz sprayed out. And another. For a second Darcy had visions of herself doing exactly as he'd predicted- spitting up wads of jizz from her mouth. She felt bloated, pumped hopelessly full of sizzling cock cream. She swore she could feel his cum teeming about inside her.
"What a hot bitch! What a hot bitch you are!" he croaked at last, slowing down his fuck-motions even more. His prick had stopped spurting and now simply drooled out dregs of jizz into her cunt.
"I love it! I love cock! And cum!" she gasped, meaning every word of it. The tingles in her cunt were fading again, and she was thankful. She wasn't sure just how much more sheer pleasure she could put up with.
"Hot fucking cunt! Hot bitch!" he murmured again.
He fucked back and forth inside her for a long time, giving his cock all the time it needed to drain out all of his steaming spunk. And when at last he was finished, he pulled his prick out of her lazily, flopped it wetly onto her belly. He sank down on top of her, flattened her tits on her chest. He nuzzled his head alongside hers and breathed more and more regularly.
"So much cum! So fucking much!" she purred, as drained and tired as she'd ever felt in her life. His cock lay spongy and thick across her belly, crushed between them. She felt his prick oozing cum onto her skin. She had a strong urge to reach for his cock, to squeeze it, to examine this big cock that had done so much for her. But she was too tired, too drained.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was hard for Darcy to believe that she'd allowed herself to be fucked after so long. When she thought of sex at all, it was always as something she might do later in life, maybe when she was approaching thirty, when she was married. She'd be deeply in love, and maybe then she'd let herself go sexually.
It shocked her to think that she'd let one of the students fuck her, and an insensitive one at that, a fellow who knew little about tenderness and caring. She blushed deeply whenever she thought of where they'd fucked. In the front seat of a car, like a couple of horny teenagers. Why had she allowed it to happen?
She knew exactly. She knew exactly why. She wanted it. She needed it. She'd longed to feel a big thick cock fucking in and out of her soft cunt. For so long, she'd ignored all her feelings. Now, since jerking off Tom Buckley, her feelings had come to the surface. And she didn't seem to have any control over them. They were overpowering.
She blushed again at the thought of how much she'd enjoyed the cunt-sucking and fucking. She remembered calling out, begging young Kyle Thomas to fuck her hard, not to stop shoving his cock in and out of her. The feel of his hot spurting cum was still fresh in her mind. She squirmed with excitement each time she thought of it.
And under the circumstances, she thought it best to avoid Tom Buckley for a while. She had planned at first to give him hell for asking her to supervise a rowdy and unpleasant class. But now that she'd fucked one of his students, she felt a bit funny about doing it. Besides, she didn't trust herself around Tom. He might just find out what had really happened.
Darcy felt the need to put some space between herself and Tom for a while, and an opportunity for her to do so presented itself toward the end of the week.
As she was leaving school, Don Rigby asked her to dinner. He was an English teacher, single and good looking, and she accepted without thinking. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
It only occurred to her later that Don Rigby had something of a reputation around school. He was known as quite a ladies' man, and she recalled overhearing conversations between several female teachers about him. He fucked around a lot, apparently, and his taste ran to younger-looking women.
He rarely dated teachers for this reason, and Darcy tried to remember if she'd heard of him being involved with any of his students. If he did fuck students, at least she'd have that in common with him. She smiled grimly to herself as she was getting ready. It was obviously her own youthful good looks that had attracted Don to her. She wondered briefly if she should wear a cheer-leading outfit and take along a pair of pom-poms.
Instead, she chose a crisp gray skirt and a white blouse, hardly an outfit to remind him of young girls. And she piled up her blonde hair in a thick pile on one side of her head. She looked every inch a prim school teacher, arid the subtle make-up she wore only added to the effect.
She was prepared for an evening of fighting off passes, and she was surprised when Don made no move on her. They spent a quiet and pleasant evening at a French restaurant, and he barely touched her, even when helping her in and out of the car. She was actually a little disappointed, and began to wonder if maybe she hadn't overdone her prim, adult look.
He invited her back to his apartment, and she smiled knowingly to herself. Here it comes, she thought. As soon as he has the door closed behind me he'll be all over me, pawing me and marching me to the bedroom. But still he didn't touch her. He made her a drink and sat in an easy chair opposite her. He didn't even sit by her on the couch.
They made polite conversation for fifteen minutes and Darcy began to wonder about this racy reputation Don Rigby had. She excused herself and went to the bathroom to re-apply her make-up. Maybe thicker blue eye shadow and a wet-looking red mouth would turn him on. She wasn't sure whether or not to feel insulted that he hadn't made a move on her.
When she returned to the living room, he was still sitting in his arm chair, but he seemed to be looking at her differently, as if he'd made up his mind about something. He smiled at her as she sat back down opposite him. Then he took a large gulp of his drink and began to speak.
"Do you like to suck cock?" he asked matter-of-factly. He might have been asking her if she preferred a certain type of drink.
Darcy had been sipping her drink coyly, but now she gasped and gulped and spluttered noisily. For a few seconds she looked anything but the cool, prim school teacher she was trying to be. He made a move to come over and help her but she waved him back into his seat. Bit by bit she regained control of herself.
"I'm okay," she gasped. "It's just . . . it's just ..."
"I've shocked you, huh? That question does shock some women. But I prefer to be direct. I like getting my cock sucked. I even like it better than fucking, if you want to know the truth. I usually come right out and ask rather than hint about it and fuck around. That way, we don't waste a lot of time."
Darcy stared at him across the coffee table. She'd more or less recovered now and she raised her glass again and took a sip. She didn't know what to say. She'd never been asked such a thing before in her whole life.
"Some women aren't interested. It's a fuck between the sheets with me on top, or nothing at all. Those women tend to bore me. No imagination."
He sounded as though he were giving a lecture, Darcy thought. Obviously he'd made this speech before. She wondered how the other girls had reacted. Then she realized she was gaping at him with her mouth open.
"I won't be offended if you don't want to," he went on. "And if you're wondering what's in it for you, all I can say is if you want to hang around after, I'll eat your cunt so good you won't be able to walk straight for a week. It's your choice. Look, here's what I've got to offer."
To Darcy's amazement, he unzipped the fly of his slacks right then and there. He raised his ass in his chair, shoved his pants and his shorts down past his knees. Then he sank back down and lifted his shirt up over his belly. Darcy was confronted with the biggest, ugliest cock she had ever seen.
"See, a lot of women prefer sucking me off because my cock's so huge, as you see. When it gets hard it's unbelievable, and rather than have me fuck them they blow me. It's understandable, I guess."
She couldn't get over the matter-of-fact way he was discussing all this. She should be angry, she thought. She should get up, yell at him that she'd never been so insulted in all her life and stalk from the room. But she couldn't move. She sat rooted to the couch and gazed wide-eyed at his monstrous prick.
Don's cock was maybe nine inches long and lay along his upper thigh like a sleeping snake. It wasn't even hard. There was no hint of stiffness. Yet his cock seemed as thick as her upper arm. The bloated pink sac of his balls was nestled below in the crook of his thighs. They, too, were huge, like great swollen eggs.
"You like it? You think you could get off on sucking it?" he queried. He sat quite still and passive in his chair. He made no move to come toward her.
Darcy couldn't speak. She felt as though she was in some crazy dream. She found herself standing up, stepping around the coffee table, and sinking to her knees between his outstretched legs. It was as if the huge soft pole of his cock were hypnotizing her, and she had no control over what she was doing.
"It's not as mean as it looks," he assured her. "You'll find out as you go along. Play with my cock. Get used to it."
He didn't express any surprise that she seemed to be doing what she was told without question. He must be used to having girls accept him, Darcy thought. Maybe he was rejected just as often as not, but he didn't appear to be the type to let it bother him. He was speaking to her as if this kind of thing happened to him all the time.
Slowly, shyly, she brought her hand up and touched her fingers to his huge cock. It was heavier than either Tom Buckley's or Kyle Thomas', and much thicker. She raised his limp prick off his thigh, hefted it, swung it up and over his belly. His cock was spongy and warm, and there was a gentle throbbing in the base of it.
"Pretty ugly, huh?" he smiled. He seemed to take pride in the fact that his cock was so big and mean looking.
Darcy still didn't say a word. Her eyes were taking in every inch of the great looming cock, studying every bump and ripple in its brown sides. Big blue veins in its base were just beginning to pulse, she noticed. They snaked out from his crotch hair like paths out of a jungle. A long jagged seam ran up the underside of the cock from base to head, as if two folds of skin had been sewn there.
Then she caught sight of his balls again, and she studied them in detail. The hairy outer balL-sac was stretching and loosening as she watched, and the balls seemed to be shifting slightly from side to side. She held his cock up out of the way while she examined the straining pouch.
"Kiss them. Lick my balls," he instructed gently, noting how taken she was with his balls. His hands clutched the arms of his chair and he made no move to touch her.
Darcy was in a daze. Without hesitation she lowered her head, pursed her lips, and planted a warm wet kiss on the swollen mound of his right ball. A bright red imprint of her lips was suddenly glistening there on his ball-sac. It gleamed like paint in among the tiny hairs.
She moved her mouth over, kissed his other bloated ball. Then she was gaping her lips wide, sticking out her tongue, scraping it up and around on both his balls. Her head tilted from side to side, her bright blonde pile of hair bobbed alongside her face. She was licking and slurping at his balls hungrily, as if she were working on an ice-cream cone.
"Yeah, that's nice. Lick them like that. Kiss my hot balls," he murmured, staring at her lovely face. He loved the sight of her there squatting between his legs, her pretty made-up face lapping and slurping at his balls. Her tongue was warm and soft and gentle.
His cock flexed slightly in her hand and she glanced at it briefly. But for the moment she appeared to be having a fine time licking his balls, and she made no move to start in on his prick. Her eyelids lowered lazily again and she began poking each ball in turn with her tongue, chasing each one from side to side in an effort to capture one. Her lipstick now was smudged everywhere.
"Yeah, suck them. Suck my balls," he coaxed, and his hands tightened their grip on the chair arms. He seemed to slip a little lower in his seat.
It took a couple more seconds, but finally Darcy's open lips had one of his balls cornered. She heaved forward, using her tongue as a guide, and soon the swollen ball rolled between her lips and into her mouth. She began sucking on the ball gently, curling her tongue this way and that.
"Mmmmmfff!" she mumbled, snorting into his crotch hair. She gripped his ball more firmly, raised her head a fraction. The skin of his ball-sac stretched as she tugged his ball up and away from its twin.
"Ohhhhh yeah, that's nice. Suck it. Suck my ball," he hissed. Her gentle tugging was a sweet torture on his balls.
For maybe thirty seconds Darcy pulled and sucked on the one ball, casting her eyes up at his face once or twice to check out his reaction. Then she spit out the steaming ball noisily and went chasing after its twin, capturing it finally and sucking it in between her lips. She repeated her suck-job on this ball, driving him crazy with teasing flicks of her tongue.
She was warming to her work, really enjoying it. The notion of giving herself up like this to some dirty, obscene act really appealed to her. She wasn't getting any real pleasure from it, other than the dirty thrill. But that was more than enough. The fact that she was driving him crazy had its own special appeal.
"I knew you were a cocksucker, the first time I saw you," Don breathed. "I knew you weren't one of those boring bitches that only likes to fuck flat on her back in bed. You've got a great mouth, baby. You really know how to use that tongue of yours. Oh, yeah!"
Darcy blushed in spite of herself. Actually, she hadn't even gotten to his cock yet, and already he was praising her. She was happy that he couldn't tell this was her first time. She didn't want to come across as some inexperienced little girl. She gave his captured ball a special suck and spat it out into the open. She glanced up at him, smiling.
"Lick my cock now. Use your tongue to lick all the way up it," she instructed. He smiled back down at her vaguely and gripped the arms of his chair.
"How do your balls feel? Did I suck them right?" she purred. She seemed genuinely curious, and her big blue eyes were wide with wonder.
"You were perfect. Best ball-sucking job I've had in months. Can't you tell by the feel of my cock?"
His prick did seem to have hardened around the base, but it was difficult to tell. The cock was already so long and thick, it probably couldn't really stiffen up like other cocks. It was too heavy, too cumbersome. She still had his cock clutched in her fist, and it loomed out over his belly like a great pole of salami.
She smiled at him again, and bent her head to his crotch. She let his cock tilt away from her and loosened her fingers on it so that she could begin licking up its underside from the base. Her mouth opened, her tongue stretched out, and she began licking upward from the balls, coating his cock base with a fine film of wetness. She glared over the cockhead into his face the whole time, curious about how he reacted.
"Yes. Oh, yes," he murmured, and for the first time his eyes closed with pleasure. He had only been able to see half her face. The other half was obstructed by his cock pole. But for now even the sight of half was too much to bear.
With long, slow strokes, Darcy licked her tongue up the underside of his cock. She followed the seam, tracing it with her tongue tip. And not till she was nearly halfway to the cockhead did she allow herself to stray and follow a couple of the ugly blue veins. They had filled up and gotten hard, she noticed. They were pulsing in the cockshaft like steel cables.
"Lick it. Lick my cock," he moaned. He rolled his head from side to side and for the moment kept his eyes shut. His knuckles were turning white against the arms of the chair.
"Does it feel nice? Am I licking it right?" she cooed, halfway smiling at him. Her tongue was twisting this way and that, teasing his growing cock without mercy.
He moaned helplessly.
Darcy almost laughed out loud. This was more fun than she'd ever imagined. Whenever she'd overheard women or girls talking about using their mouths on guys' cocks, she'd turned away, disgusted. She'd always been amazed that anyone could want to do such things. And yet here she was, perfectly willing, licking a man's balls and cock as if she'd been doing it all her life.
"Fuck, girl, what a mouth! Christ!" he grunted. And now he was shifting nervously in his chair. His eyes were open again and he was gazing down at her with something like desperation.
Darcy was almost at the top of his cock. She'd licked and kissed her way all the way up the prickshaft. Now her tongue was circling around the flanged ring below his cockhead. She seemed to want to drag things out as long as possible, to tease him till he could stand it no more. She pursed her lips against his cockhead in a soft kiss, holding the cockshaft upright in her fist.
And she stared at him over the cockhead, a ' teasing, bright light filling her eyes. "Want to go into the bedroom? Want to get naked while I suck you off?" she purred.
He groaned deeply and stared down at her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Take your clothes off real slow. Strip for me," Don Rigby said.
He was sprawled across his bed on his back, propped up on a couple of pillows. He was completely naked, and his huge cock angled up over his belly. His fucker was nearly eleven inches long.
Darcy stood at the foot of the bed, a little uncertainly. Her blonde hair was mussed slightly in its bundle at the side of her head, and her lipstick was smeared. Her blue eyes were huge and excited. She was breathing heavily, as if she'd just been running. A tense-little smile played about at the corners of her wet mouth.
"I'm a teacher, not a stripper," she murmured. But her voice was teasing and playful. She reached for the zipper of her skirt and opened it.
"With a body like yours, it doesn't matter. Go ahead, take your time." He gripped his cock lazily and jacked it up and down slowly as he watched her. His prick stayed rock hard.
Darcy let the stylish gray skirt fall and she tossed it lightly over the back of a chair. Her slender brown legs glowed with health. She let tier panties on for the moment and set about removing the blouse. When she had it half open the bulging globes of her tits were visible, packed in her snow-white lace bra.
"Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous," he muttered, still jacking on his cock.
He was aroused all the more, somehow, because she was dressed so primly. She really did look every inch a shy teacher again. A lovely young teacher who happened to be taking her clothes off just for him.
The white blouse slipped from her shoulders and she tossed this over her skirt. Then she stood for a second in front of him, dressed in nothing but her underwear. The deep tan of her body contrasted nicely with the sheer white bra and panties. Her big tits looked about to burst out of the flimsy lace harness. He could see the brown circles around her nipples through the material.
"Take it off. Show me your tits," he grunted. He sounded like a small boy anxious to have a present unwrapped.
Darcy smiled, showing her even white teeth. Then she reached up to her rib cage, unhooked the clasp holding the cups of her bra together. She let the loosened harness fall open and slip down her arms. Her lush golden tits bobbed into view.
"Sonovabitch! What great tits," he groaned. He couldn't take his eyes off her big tits.
"You like them? You think they're pretty?" she teased. As she tossed the bra aside she leaned forward, in a classic stripper's pose, and let her big tits sway forward and down, like ripe melons. The tits separated slightly, and the growing nipples pointed down like stubby thumbs.
"Christ, they're perfect. Just fucking perfect."
She smiled and straightened up, letting her tits settle back on her chest. The nipples jutted up nearly an inch off their brown circles. Her hands came up to cup each tit and she hefted them, held them out toward him, offered her tits to him. She tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and licked her lips at the same time.
Then she was stroking her hands down over her flat brown belly, and her red fingernails disappeared into the lace triangle of her panties. He could see the sheer material bulging as her fingers played about in her pussy hair. Then he could see slivers of blonde crotch hair as she gently, slowly lowered her pants for him. His heart was pounding steadily.
"Do you want to do dirty things to me? Do you?" she teased. She was bending forward again to shove down her panties, and her lush tits once again swayed forward and down. More and more cunt hair came into view as the panties slid off her hips.
"Sonovabitch," he groaned. There was desperation in his voice, and he let go of his cock for the time being, scared that he might shoot any second.
Darcy shoved her panties down her thighs and past her knees. She stepped out of them and flung them on top of her other clothes. Then she stood up straight in front of him, let him see her completely naked before she approached the bed. She felt no shyness anymore. That was all gone. All she felt was a quiet excitement and confidence in her own body.
His eyes fell from the lush mounds of her tits to her furry blonde crotch. Her pussy thatch was pale, almost the same color as the skin where it had been protected from the sun. And beneath it he could see the first telltale cracking of her cuntlips as they opened in readiness. He wondered if he'd manage to get around to fucking her after she'd blown him. She looked like she was ready for a good fuck.
She strode toward the bed finally, her slender brown thighs rippling. As she clambered up beside him, he watched her tits some more, saw them sway and wobble as she moved. His cock twitched over his belly and swayed to the left in a slow arc.
"Rub your tits on my cock. Rub your big tits all over my cock and balls," he suggested, his voice urgent. He shifted on the bed, made room for her between his spread legs. He didn't touch her for the time being. He was afraid if he did he would blow his cum load right then and there.
"Naughty . . . naughty," she teased, shaking her finger at him. But she clambered between his thighs obediently and tucked her legs under her. She bent down over him, let her big tits dangle low. She touched her left nipple to the head of his cock.
"Ohhh fuck . . . ohhh fuck," he groaned. He watched every move she made. Sparks of pleasure shot down through his cock as the rock-hard nipple scraped it.
"Like that? Does that feel good?" she cooed.
And now she swung her other tit over, pressed it down till his cock was forced to touch his belly. His prick made a deep hollow in her tit, like the head of a baseball bat pressed into dough.
Again he groaned, and he watched as she began dragging her tits from side to side over his crotch, bending his cock this way and that. Her tits were so firm and springy. And her brown nipples grated against the tender flesh of his cock like hot stones. She smiled up at him teasingly as if she knew exactly what effect this was having on him.
"Is this what you wanted? Am I doing it right?" she purred, really rubbing it in. "Do my titties feel nice on your naughty cock? Are they exciting?"
He couldn't talk. All he could do was watch her as she dragged her tits every which way.
She moved lower, began scraping her stiff nipples back and forth over his taut ball-sac. He croaked and gurgled and she glanced into his face quickly to see if she was hurting him. She knew she wasn't, though. He was groaning with pleasure.
She began hauling her tits around and around on him, even covering his thighs and lower belly. And then she trapped the bloated shaft of his prick between her tits and forced the tit globes together with her hands. She moved up and down, fucking him with her tits. His cock plowed up through her cleavage and the cockhead turned purple.
"Oh, God ... oh, God!" he muttered, his eyes locked on his captured cock. He didn't know just how much of this tit-fucking he could stand.
She plowed up and down for maybe thirty seconds, jacking him off with her tits. Then suddenly she stopped, released his prick, clasped it with her hand. She tilted his cock upright, stared at it hungrily, then bent down and opened her lush red mouth. His cockhead slid effortlessly into the soft wet oval of her lips.
He moaned, his voice a deep croak. He stared down at her face, watched her red lips sink lower and lower on the bloated shaft of his prick. He felt his cockhead bump the roof of her mouth and go farther. Her tongue was soft and teasing on the underside of the prick-shaft.
Down and down Darcy's lips crawled, until four, five, six inches of swollen cockmeat were embedded in her face. Her mouth was stretched around the cock to the point of tearing and her nostrils flared widely. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled. Her eyelids drooped closed. She began driving up and down, sucking his cock crazily.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" he croaked. His legs spread wider on the bed and his thighs tensed. He felt his balls tingling as if they were being tickled.
"Mmmmfff . . . mmmmm!" she moaned, obviously enjoying every minute of what she was doing. Her face was sliding up and down eagerly. His cock fucked steadily in and out of her mouth.
She could only get about half the huge prick into her face. His cock was simply too thick, too big to do more. But she clenched her fist around the base of his prick and jerked him off, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned and groaned in desperation.
"Cock-sucker. What a hot cock-sucker!"
Don grunted. "Suck it like that. Suck my cock hard!"
Darcy obliged him, driving her head up and down and jacking him off with her fist. Her cheeks kept swelling out and then hollowing, as if she were playing some difficult instrument. The bundle of blonde hair on one side of her head bobbed up and down prettily.
Soon she could feel a trembling in his thighs, and she thought for the first time about how all this would end. What would she do when he came? What would she do with all his cum? Did he want her to swallow it? Would his cock spurt while it was in her mouth? She glanced up into his face briefly, as if she could find the answer there.
And then there was no more time to think. He groaned deeply and loudly, and she felt herself being grabbed, flipped over, lifted off his cock like a rag doll. She fell on her back on the big bed and all at once he was on top of her, straddling her, sitting on her rib cage with his cock looming up and out over her face.
"What . . . what are you going to do?" she muttered.
But he didn't answer. He was settling down on top of her, forcing his cock down between the lush mounds of her tits. Once his prick was slotted in the hollow he forced her tits together with his hands, made a tunnel for his cock-shaft. Then he began rocking back and forth, fucking her tits with his thick prick. His face was flushed and tense.
"Open your mouth. Gonna fuck your face," he said at last. And he grabbed a pillow, crammed it under her head, tilted her face up toward him. The purple head of his cock bumped her under her chin each time he rammed forward.
"What . . . ?" Darcy began, still in a daze from sucking his cock.
But suddenly her mouth was plugged up, sealed shut by the bloated purple dome of his prickhead. He shoved forward and the cockhead and two inches of prickshaft slid onto her tongue. Her lips closed automatically over the cockmeat.
"Just . . . just keep your mouth open like that," he gasped, struggling to retain control of himself. "I'm going to cum real soon. I got a hot load of spunk I want to blast into your face. You got me real hot, baby. You sucked me so good my balls are sizzling!"
Darcy gazed up into his face with her big blue eyes. Again her cheeks were swelling and hollowing as he fucked her face. She could feel the bloated head of his cock sliding back and forth across her tongue. Her lips folded down over half the cockhead each time he pulled back into the open. He never lost contact with her mouth. And the rest of his cockshaft was trapped firmly between her tits.
"Mmmmfff . . . mmmmm!" she hummed, her eyes bright with excitement. Now at least there was no need to worry about what to do when he came, she thought. He seemed to be completely in charge of everything.
"Cock-sucker! Sweet little cock-sucker!" he grunted. And now he fucked his cock viciously through the tunnel of her tits. A big blue vein in his cockshaft pulsed dangerously.
He fucked forward one more time, and Darcy felt the hot gush of cum against the roof of her mouth. It happened so fast her throat was clogged and she was gulping down jizz before she knew what was happening.
I'm swallowing cum, she thought vaguely, almost as if she were watching it happen to someone else. The jizz felt stringy slithering down her throat.
"Eat it, bitch! Fat my hot cum!" he groaned.
And he fucked forward again, spraying the roof of her mouth one more time with hot gooey spunk. Darcy felt the jizz slither in back of her teeth, in between her cheeks and gums. She felt the goo slop under her tongue.
"Ggglllggg! Ggglllmmm!" she gasped, trying her best to swallow but unable to keep up with the hot flow of cum.
She felt his cockhead contract again on her tongue and spurt out a jet of cum so big her cheeks ballooned out. Two thick trickles of white cum seeped from the corners of her mouth and drooled down her cheeks.
"Suck it down! Suck my hot cum!" he croaked. His cock fucked back and forth between her tits.
But now he was backing off some, aware that her eyes were rolling up toward him in panic. He kept his cock lodged against her mouth, but the cockhead was no longer inside, and she could let her lips sag open. Silver spunk poured out over her bottom lip like runoff over a dam. Cum coated her chin, trailed off down her neck in strings. She was gagging.
Darcy's mouth was full of hot cum. Her throat was clogged, and all the cum she couldn't swallow was backing up, burying her tongue, squishing between her teeth like hot wax. Great thick gobs of silver jism were spilling from her lips now, drooling off her chin like milk. But he wasn't finished. And between gags, she kept swallowing gamely.
Her lips gaped wide in an effort to spill out more and more jizz. But for every mouthful of cum she gagged out, he shot in another wad. He had clasped his cock, lifted it from between her tits. And now he was jerking off, milking out cock cream from his balls in great heavy drafts. Jet after silver jet sprang from his cock-tip into her gaping, spilling mouth.
A trail of white cum ran all the way from the corner of her mouth to her ear. On the other side of her face, a silver stream of jizz ran the length of her jaw line and dripped in several spots into the hollow of her neck. Her chin was coated in a thick layer of gooey cum.
And now, as his cock sat propped up against her oozing mouth, the prick tip twitched and sent a streamer of cum flying up the center of her face. The cum fountained up the side of her nose and shot right between her eyes, not stopping till it reached her hairline. Here, it hooked onto a strand of blonde hair before drooling off to the right over her forehead. Darcy winced, amazed that he could still be cumming, and that he could be spurting so much cum in her face. Her eyes closed as she felt the jizm drooling toward her eyebrow and off along her temple. She took the opportunity to gulp down another mouthful of cum. She felt as though she were being force-fed a milkshake.
"Hot sucking bitch! Sweet little cock- sucker!" he groaned. And he tugged some more on his cock, watched as another jet of cum sprang free and went skittering off over her cheek.
And then he appeared to be finished, at last. Cum still poured from his cockhead, but it oozed now. It didn't spurt. He held his cock against her mouth, watched as the cock cream slopped between her lips and onto her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, but huge globs of jizz still spilled from her lovely lips. A string of cum hung from her front tooth.
"What a fucking mouth! Sonovabitch! You sure know how to suck, baby!" he hissed.
She wanted to say that she hadn't done much, that he'd done most of the work, but she was too tired to speak. And her mouth was still too full of cum. She gulped and swallowed, drew as much cum as she could into her belly. And she pursed her lips, let glob after glob after glob of jizz slop from her mouth. She opened her eyes again hesitantly.
"All finished baby. You sucked me dry," he muttered, smiling down at her. He was steering his cockhead from left to right and back again across her mouth. Cum was smeared every which way over her gaping lips.
She moaned, still amazed at what had just happened to her. The cum shone on her face.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning Darcy woke up before Don, and she padded around his apartment completely naked, sipping a glass of orange juice. It occurred to her that she'd never spent the night in a man's apartment before, and she enjoyed the freedom of walking about the place without any clothes on, while he still slept. She felt grown up, adult, for the first time in her life.
She'd sucked a man's cock, that was what floored her. She'd taken a huge ugly prick in her mouth, licked it, sucked it. And she'd loved every minute of it. She'd kissed his balls too, licked them. And she'd made his cock as hard as steel with just her tongue and lips. Then she'd let him cum in her mouth and face.
She blushed as she remembered stumbling to the bathroom afterwards. She'd scarcely believed what she saw in the harsh light of the bathroom mirror. Her mouth, her chin, her neck were all covered in slimy cum. Her lips shone, her tongue was coated white. A loop of spunk dangled from her front tooth. And up the center of her face and across her forehead was a thick silver stripe, as if she'd been painted with cum.
The weird thing was, she hadn't wanted to wash the stuff off right away. For maybe ten minutes, she stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her cum-splattered face. And she touched the jizz with her fingers, smudged it about on her face as if it were some wild and exotic make-up.
Now, the next morning, she found herself in front of a mirror again, this time in Don's bedroom. But her face was fresh and clean and glowing with health. She smiled at herself wistfully in the glass and wondered if maybe jism wasn't good for the skin. She certainly couldn't remember looking this good in the morning in a long time.
Her blonde hair was piled up on top of her head in a cute bundle. In her sleep, a couple of pretty strands had come loose and now dangled around her ears. She leaned forward, pursed her lips, winked at herself. Then she reached for her bag and for the hell of it began applying make-up to her eyes and mouth. She felt relaxed and at ease.
Behind her, sprawled between the sheets, Don had awakened and was watching her quietly. His eyes traveled up from her perfectly shaped calves and slender thighs and rested for a while on her slim young ass. Light from the window was falling across her tight little buns, and the ass crack between was in partial shadow. His cock twitched slightly.
She was leaning forward slightly as she applied the make-up, and there was a beautiful curve to her spine and a deep hollow in her back. Her arms and shoulder blades looked so slender and delicate, almost as if she were a little girl. Only the huge swell of a tit that he could see in profile let him know she was older.
He could see both naked tits perfectly in the mirror, but the sight of this tit in profile was what fascinated him. It had swayed out slightly as she leaned forward and there was a lush curve to the tit's underside as it arced up toward the nipple. The nipple itself sat on top of a puffy pink circle of flesh and jutted up proudly. The whole tit moved slightly as her arm applied the make-up.
He was amazed at how full and heavy her tits were, considering how slender and delicate the rest of her body was. And his cock gave another twitch as he considered this. She had the face and frame of a teenager, but her tits were those of a fully mature woman. He half expected the stiff nipples to spurt milk any second by way of proof.
She blushed suddenly as she caught sight of him watching her.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked his reflection in the mirror. She sounded shy and a little nervous, again like a very young girl.
"Did I! Fuck, after you sucked me dry how could I help but sleep well? I needed the rest."
Darcy blushed again, somehow shocked over his use of such language so early in the day. She went on applying her make-up, daubing a dark-blue patch of eye shadow over her lid and beginning to paint her mouth a bright red. She didn't know what to say to him. She felt very self-conscious suddenly, standing there naked.
"Fuck, what a sight you are," he murmured.
And suddenly he was throwing the sheets off, clambering naked from the bed. His cock was starting to grow solidly, and it bounced and swung about between his legs as he crossed the room.
Darcy eyed his cock nervously in the mirror.
Don was moving toward a chest of drawers, but he had to pass behind her to get to it. He had enough space to get by without touching her, but he deliberately let the thick log of his cock bump across both cheeks of her ass. He paused a split second, just long enough for the head of his prick to slot itself between the tight ass cheeks. Then he moved on as if nothing had happened.
"I want you to put something on for me," he was saying, digging into one of the bottom drawers of the dresser. "I keep this stuff for special occasions, and this seems to me like one."
Darcy watched him, her skin still tingling from the feel of the hardening cockflesh against her ass. She suddenly remembered the way his prick had exploded last night, filling her mouth and then covering her face with jizz. She finished daubing her red mouth and turned to him. He draped several silky under things over her arm and smiled at her.
"Put 'em on. Let's see how you look," he grinned. Then he bounded back to the bed and lay flat on his back with his half-hard cock rolling about over his belly. He hooked his fingers in back of his head and watched her.
"A garter belt? And stockings? You really want me to wear this stuff?" she asked. She was fingering the lacy items carefully. They looked brand new and expensive.
"There's a bra too, but it won't cover you much," he laughed. His prick rolled to the right across his belly, and then back again to the left.
Darcy eyed him doubtfully, but she wasn't about to refuse. She was too grateful for an exciting evening the night before. She placed the under things over the back of a chair, turned to face him fully, and began dressing up. Her heart was pounding slightly. She felt like a little girl trying on adult clothes when her mother wasn't looking.
She put the bra on first, what there was of it. There were two string loops for her tits and a hook that caught in back. Once she had it on, her tits jutted out from her chest even more than they did naturally. Her tits were warped out of shape slightly. The strings harnessed both tits in two diamond-shaped patterns.
The garter belt was a matching lavender color, and it had pretty lace patterns sewn into it. She looped it around her waist, fastened it, and tugged the elastic suspenders down in front and in back of each thigh. She glanced at him a little nervously and noticed that he was completely absorbed in what she was doing. His cock rolled to the right again.
"You sure are kinky, Don," she murmured. "This stuff makes me look like a real slut."
"That's the whole point," he grunted.
She sat on the edge of the chair while she pulled on both sheer lavender stockings, and her big tits separated in their crazy cup-less bra. After each stocking was snug against her upper thigh, she attached them to the elastic garters. Then she stood up for inspection, turning this way and that in front of him and eyeing herself in the mirror.
"Well, you're certainly right about one thing. This stuff certainly doesn't cover much, does it?" she smiled. She glanced at her naked tits, and then at the tufted V of her cunt where it bristled out between the two lavender strips of her garters. She looked like a little girl trying on a new party dress.
"Fuck, what a sight you are," he muttered. "You look like someone I saw in a porn film once. Fuck, you're sexy." She twisted and turned for him there, feeling sexier by the second in the lewd get-up. The light that fell through the curtains highlighted the globes of her tits and her flat brown belly. It made the blonde tuft of her cunt look even paler. Her lovely slender thighs rippled inside the lavender stockings.
"Come here, baby. I've just got to fuck you up the ass," he said suddenly, holding an arm toward her. "Climb on the bed with big naughty Don and let him cram his big hard cock up your sweet little ass."
For a moment, Darcy wasn't sure she'd heard right. She climbed onto the bed with him and took his hand automatically. Her big tits swung and swayed through the loops of the bra. He was kneeling up beside her, twisting her around onto her hands and knees. He stuffed two pillows under her belly and forced her flat. Her ass curved up erotically.
"You're not really going to do that, aren't you? You're not going to fuck me up the ass?" she queried shyly. Her neck twisted as she craned her head to look back at him.
"Sure. Why not. It's fun, baby. You'll love every fucking inch of it. Just relax and spread them ass cheeks wide."
Darcy's mind reeled. Was he serious? Did men really do such things to girls? Last night, when he'd made her suck his cock and then fucked her face, she had thought that was the end of the line in kinky weirdness. Now he was suggesting something even more shocking. Already, she could feel the hard wet head of his cock poking at her left ass cheek.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass, baby. I'm gonna cram my eleven-inch cock all the way up your tight, pretty little asshole," he muttered, almost as if she wasn't even in the room. He slotted his cockhead between the lush cheeks of her ass, poked it up and down in the ass crack. Finally he settled his cocktip against the puckered ring of her asshole. He spread her ass cheeks wide with his hands.
"Will it hurt? Will it hurt me? Oh, please, Don, don't hurt me!" she crooned. She clutched at the sheet with her fingers and sank her face into the pillow under her head.
"Eleven inches up the ass? Why should it hurt? Just relax. You'll love every inch of it."
He began pressing down and forward, forcing more and more pressure behind his stiffened prick. Almost at once, he felt the tight ring of her asshole give way and fold back over his probing cockhead. She was going to be so easy. She was going to take to ass-fucking like a duck to water.
"Your cock's so big! Oh, Don, your cock's so awfully big! Will it hurt me? Will it hurt?" She was biting hunks of pillow now with her pretty red mouth.
He didn't answer. He pressed down and forward, and the giant head of his cock fucked into her asshole. An inch of cockmeat followed. And another. And the cheeks of her sweet ass dented themselves around the invading prick. He snaked a hand under the rear strap of her garter belt, pulled it up from her back like the rein on a horse. Another inch of cockmeat fucked up her asshole.
"It's so big! It'll never go! It's too huge!" she croaked. But she knew it was too late already. She could feel thick inches of cockmeat boring deep into her asshole.
"Fuck, I'm halfway there already, baby! Relax, and you'll be able to take it all!" Deeper and deeper he fucked his cock till eight or nine inches of prickmeat had disappeared between her sweet ass cheeks.
She groaned into her pillow, but she wasn't feeling any discomfort at all. That was what amazed her. She thought she should be feeling awful, and so she groaned. But she felt quite pleasant, even with damn near a foot of cock rammed up her ass. And once he started fucking back and forth, she felt even better.
"See how nice and easy it is? You're a natural for ass-fucking," he grunted. In and out, he fucked his cock, driving it deeper and deeper into her asshole. His balls kept smacking against the gaping wet gash of her cunt.
"So big! So big! So big!" she moaned, twisting her blonde head from side to side on her pillow. "You're fucking me up the ass! And your cock's so big!"
She suddenly caught sight of her reflection in the mirror across the room, and she gazed into the glass in fascination. She was flattened into the bed, with her hair all messy about her face. Her red lipstick and dark-blue eye shadow glowed back at her. There was a deep hollow in the small of her back and her ass was tilted up high, as if she were leaning over a fence. And she could see the glistening piston of his cock fucking in and out between her ass cheeks.
She could see the strips of her lavender garters stretched tautly over her thighs and ass, and the rear loop straining as he tugged on it. She watched as her lovely young body was rammed forward again and again with each of his violent fuck-strokes. Her face was a mask of lust, she noticed. Her eyelids were droopy, as if she were having a lovely dream.
"You like it? How does it feel to have so much cock up your ass?" he asked. Practically all of his cock was disappearing between her ass cheeks.
"So weird ... so strange ... so nice," she murmured. And she meant it.
In and out he bucked, fucking her ass with an even, steady rhythm. And now he let go of her garter strap and used both hands to grasp her amazingly slender waist. He forced her deep into the bed with the vicious lunges of his cock. He felt his balls growing numb and heavy. Her ass was sucking his cock.
"You ready for an ass full of cum? You want me to spurt it up your asshole?" he grunted. Droplets of his sweat sprinkled across her back.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she panted. "Shoot it! Spurt your hot jizz up my ass! Fill me with your cum!"
His hands gripped her waist tightly. And then he was stroking down her flanks, following the straps of her garters with his fingers. He smoothed his hands over the dry silky feel of her stockings. The touch of the sexy material did it for him. He couldn't hold back another second. He fucked into her asshole one last time and let his cum load go.
"You're cumming! You're cumming up my ass!" she cried. "I feel it! I feel every jet of He bucked and writhed on top of her, fucked his cock to the balls up her sweet young asshole. And first one jet, then another and another spurted from his cocktip into the dark chamber of her shit-chute. He was spurting just as much cum as he had last night, but his cock was trapped up her ass and he was flooding her, drenching her asshole in hot cum.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Darcy crooned into her pillow. It was the strangest feeling she'd ever experienced. Each time his prick contracted and spurted, she felt the thick twine of spunk fountain up her ass. "Take it! Take all my hot cum!" he groaned. And as he fucked forward yet again, another steaming hot blast of jizz soared up her ass.
The cum was backing up now, hauled into the open in juicy strings each time he pulled his cock out. Jism dripped and drooled in the crack of her ass and dribbled down over the gaping hairy folds of her wet cunt. Dirty wet squelching sounds rose up from his plunging cock. The spunk hung from his gleaming cock-shaft in ropes.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhmmmffff!" Darcy moaned, finally muffling her face in the pillow. She felt bloated, clogged with cum. And he hadn't finished yet.
Another jet of spunk sprang out up her asshole. And another. And for a moment she thought he wasn't ever going to stop. He pressed her into the bed. Her tits were heavy and numb beneath her. Again and again, he fucked his prick as far as it would go between her gleaming ass cheeks. But then he shuddered and shot one final jet of cock cream and it was over. His balls were drained dry.
He went right on fucking her, cranking her ass cheeks wide with the bloated pole of his prick. But he slowed down gradually and fucked her more and more gently. Finally, after what seemed to be ages to Darcy, he stopped moving altogether and fell forward across her back. His cock stayed embedded in her asshole, throbbing like some big snake.
"Up the ass. You fucked me up the ass," she murmured sleepily. "And all your cum ... all your hot cum . . . you shot off up my asshole. So big . . . your cock's so big . . . and you fucked me up the asshole."
CHAPTER SEVEN
For several days in a row, Darcy stayed late after school, exercising herself into exhaustion. Just off the gym where she spent most of her teaching hours there was a weight room, and if she still had any energy after dancing and jogging she pushed and pulled here till she was drained. She kept herself busy.
The chief reason was that she didn't want to think anymore about what was happening in her life, particularly all the wild fucking. It was all too confusing. It was all happening way too fast. And she couldn't be sure anymore that she was making the right decisions. Was it okay to let all these different men poke their cocks at her? or should she play hard to get?
She just didn't want to think about it. And so she kept herself so busy, and so physically exhausted, that she didn't have time to brood. She went to bed every night exhausted and slept like a log. Her body and face glowed with health and vitality.
As the days passed, though, it grew more and more difficult to keep nagging thoughts out of her head. The restlessness kept coming back. By the middle of the week, when Tom Buckley came around to pay her a visit, she was tense and on edge, even after a full workout. She lay on her back, tilted up at an angle beneath a light set of weights she'd been pressing. She almost snapped at Tom as he poked his head around the door to say hello.
"Say, what's wrong? I just came by to thank you for taking my class the other day. How did it go?" He stepped into the deserted room and moved around her, staring down at her glistening body. Her hands were still curled around the weights above her but she was resting, breathing heavily.
"It was terrible, as a matter of fact. I had a hell of a time controlling them," she pouted. Suddenly she felt very sorry for herself. All her confusion came to the surface and she almost burst into tears.
"Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it? Kyle Thomas told me you were terrific. And he's the toughest asshole of the bunch."
Now Darcy really was close to tears. "And did he tell you why he thought I was so terrific? Did he tell you what he did to me?" She felt a bit guilty saying this, since she'd been just as much to blame as Kyle for what had happened in his car. But she wasn't quite herself. She was confused and she felt the need for some sympathy.
"Well no ... he didn't say exactly," Tom muttered. He was moving around the weight room slowly, unsure what she was getting at. He couldn't keep his eyes off her sweat-slick body.
"He took me for a ride in his car, and he . . . used his mouth on me."
"Used his mouth on you?"
"You know. He ate me. Ate me between my legs. Then he fucked me. That's what he found so terrific. Not that I was a great teacher, but that I was a great fuck. God, I probably have no right teaching at all."
Buckley felt a solid twitch in his cock at what she said. Young Kyle Thomas hadn't let on at all, which was surprising. All he'd said was he thought Darcy was terrific.
"Don't you think that's terrible? I'm so ashamed."
"Because a student fucked you? Because you let him? I don't know. I'm quite impressed. That takes guts."
Darcy stared up at him, her eyes wide. She was wearing a tight pink exercise outfit and her tits were bulging out its front. Part of the circle surrounding her right nipple peeked saucily from under the material. The stiff stubs of the nipples were outlined in the tight top. Both tits rose and fell with her breathing.
"You think it's okay to let a student fuck me? And a jerk like Kyle Thomas in the bargain?" she frowned.
Actually, she felt like a bit of a phony saying all this. Up until this past day or so she hadn't spent much time worrying about what had happened. But she felt so confused after getting fucked up the ass at Don's place. Maybe that had been one violation too many, as much as she'd enjoyed it.
"What the fuck ..." Buckley sighed. He was trying his best to hide his excitement. His cock had begun to fill out in his slacks.
"But that's not all. I spent the night with Don Rigby at his apartment. And I did things you wouldn't believe." She shifted her legs slightly on the weight-lifting bench. She had on pink leg-warmers to match her outfit and these came up above her knees. Her naked brown thighs rippled above them.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Buckley said. His cock made a thick bulge in the front of his pants now.
"God, I was awful. I sucked his cock and I licked his balls. I let him fuck my tits. Eventually, he came in my mouth and in my face. I swallowed his cum, as much of it as I could. I acted like a real slut."
Buckley felt himself go weak in the knees. He had a sudden urge to whip out his cock, straddle her, and slap her across the face with it again and again. When he spoke, he had a hard time controlling his voice.
"Sounds like you had fun. Wish I could have been there."
"Don't you think I'm a slut? And that's not all. I stayed overnight at his place. And the next day I let him fuck me up the ass. I put on this garter belt and stockings he wanted me to wear. And then I let him fuck me up the ass!"
Buckley felt his balls grow heavy. This was strange. Why was she telling him all this? It was as if she were in some shrink's office and she were confessing all her sins. Obviously all this stuff was on her mind and she wanted to talk to someone about it. But didn't she realize what effect this was having on him? Didn't she know he had a growing hard-on in his pants and his balls were tingling?
"What do you think of me, Tom? Don't you think I'm a slut? Should I be teaching? Should a slut be teaching kids?"
Her big blue eyes stared up at him and her pretty red mouth pouted. The time for tears had passed, and she seemed genuinely curious about his opinions of her. She shifted slightly on the bench and her right nipple popped completely into the open. It was nut brown and stiff.
"You're a slut, all right. There's no doubt about that," he said, edging around her head. "But that's no reason you can't go on teaching. There's no need to feel guilty about what you do with your private life. That's separate."
Gently, he lifted the weights above her off their cradle and laid them to one side on the floor. Then he quickly unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor. She had her hands clutched around the supporting bars on either side of her, and he folded his fists down over her fingers. He stepped forward, swung his dangling balls and arching cock over her face. He felt her fingers tense under his.
"Tom, what are you doing?" she gulped. The great hairy sac of his balls drooped over her face and his cock loomed out like the branch of a tree, casting a shadow across her tit.
"As I was saying, you can do anything in your private life. Anything at all. And there's no need to feel ashamed. It has nothing to do with your abilities as a teacher."
He lowered his balls till they rested on her cheek. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he began scraping the velvet ball-sac back and forth, up and down on her face. He dragged his balls over her left eye, across her forehead, and down her right cheek. He bumped them over her nose and up between her eyes. Then he veered lower, and hauled the ball-sac across her gaping wet mouth.
"Tom . . . what . . . mmmfff!" She tried to pull her hands off the steel bars, but his fists held her fast.
"So you licked old Don's balls, huh?" he asked. "Shit, what a lucky guy he is. I think I'd like some of the same. Go ahead, open wide. Suck on my balls."
Darcy had her mouth open already to protest, but suddenly the oval of her lips was blocked by the hairy sac of his balls. He shifted to one side slightly and plopped one ball into her mouth. Automatically, she began to lick and suck, curling her tongue this way and that. Her nostrils snorted into the crack of his ass.
"That's it. Attagirl. I only want what the other boys have been getting," he said reasonably. His knees bent as he let more ball slip between her lips.
Darcy stared up into the crack of his ass and wondered how she got herself into these situations. She felt like wriggling and squirming, protesting that he was taking advantage of her. But what was the point? He wasn't forcing her to do something she hadn't done before. She sucked and licked on his ball, and her hands relaxed on the support bars.
"Now the other one. That's so nice," he said. And he raised up slightly, slopped his right ball from her lips and let the left one swing over and down.
Without protest, Darcy began working on the second ball.
After a couple of minutes he felt safe in letting go of her hands, and when he did she made no move to wriggle upright or escape.
She went right on sucking his balls as if she'd suggested the whole thing in the first place. His cock loomed higher and higher over her tits, a thick, bloated pole of cockmeat. A heavy blue vein pulsed in its side.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't come down here to discuss your wild sex life, as interesting as that may be," he went on. "I came down to thank you, as I said. But I also wanted to ask you something else. How would you like to come along on a trip with me?"
He raised his balls from her mouth again and went about dragging and scraping them across her face once more. She closed her eyes and let him do as he liked. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and muffled.
"A trip? Where to? What for?"
"For fun. For a change. The team and I have a game over in Richmond on Friday. We'll be staying overnight. I thought you might like to come along as my date. You'll be a stabilizing influence."
"Mmmfff . . . I'm sure the principal won't look at it that way. It's out of the question."
He hauled his balls every which way on her face, and each time he passed her mouth she snuffled and sucked on the hairy pouch. All her complaints were forgotten for the time being. Once again she was caught up in the warm delicious effects of sex". She let her legs fall apart, and her pink exercise suit slipped up into the crack between her pussylips.
"The principal won't know. It's just you, me and the basketball team. Richmond's a nice town. There's good shopping there. Some nice restaurants."
"It would be crazy . . . mmmfff ... I can't risk it."
His balls slipped back into her mouth one more time.
"Think about it. Let me know later."
And all at once he pulled his balls up out of range of her sucking mouth. He tilted her head back, grabbed hold of his huge swollen cock. Then he stuffed his cockhead and three inches of cockmeat between her gaping lips.
She grunted, her lips forming a tight seal around his prick. She felt the prickhead bump the roof of her mouth and plunge deeper, into her throat. Four, five, six inches of cock fucked into her face.
"Think about it. But for now, suck my cock," he growled. And he fucked the last couple of inches of cockmeat into her throat. He paused for a second, then began lurching back and forth, fucking her upside-down face. His balls kept smacking against her nose.
Darcy lay there passively, as she'd done with Don, and let Tom fuck her face. She felt strange, dazed, helpless, as if she were just a piece of meat to be used by Tom's cock. Her mind floated about, full of odd thoughts, and she closed her eyes to block out the sight of his heavy balls swinging and swaying just above her face.
Men only seemed to think about one thing. They weren't really concerned with a girl's feelings. Today she'd poured out her thoughts to Tom-only to have him pull out his cock and force her to lick his balls. All her confusion, her nervousness didn't matter to him. Only her mouth, her tits, her cunt and ass seemed important.
But she had to admit one thing. The sex seemed to have a beneficial effect on her. As much as she worried and felt guilty about what she did, most of the time she felt better for it. The other morning in Don's apartment, she'd felt so calm, so confident, so adult after the exciting cock-sucking. The ass-fuck had thrown her back into confusion for a while, but maybe it needn't have.
Maybe she should just stop worrying, period. Like Tom said, why should her private life have anything to do with her abilities as a teacher? She could act like a slut all she wanted behind closed doors. It didn't mean she was an irresponsible teacher. If anything, in fact, it might make her a better teacher. Her professional life might benefit if she had a more fulfilling sex life.
Tom began to jerk suddenly. He was fucking his cock violently in and out of her mouth, sawing it through the soft circle of her lips. Now he seemed to be nearing his climax. His balls smacked even more harshly against her nose. She could feel his cockhead fucking far down into her throat.
He had reached down at one point and forced her exercise outfit down off her tits so that he could fondle them. His hands mauled the lush tit flesh and pressed and poked the stiff brown nipples. From the way his fingers pawed her tits, she knew he was close to the edge. She glared up into the hairy crack of his ass and waited.
And almost at once it happened There was a huge tremor up the length of his cock and the sound of a wet explosion deep in her throat. She felt a huge streamer of spunk shoot straight down her gullet. She gulped deeply, swallowed down the creamy cum. She tried to breathe normally through her nose.
"Sweet Christ! Suck it all down! Oh fuck!" he moaned. And as he buried his cock again another giant rope of jizz spurted far down her throat. -
Darcy tried to remain calm. She thought back to how she'd acted when Don had blasted off in her mouth. She gulped and snorted, and sucked down as much as she could of his steaming hot cock cream. His fuck-strokes for the time being were just as fast, just as strong as ever. He pistoned back and forth, fucking his cock deep.
At one point he spurted while his prick was on her tongue, and her mouth filled up quickly with a great thick mess of cum. She tried to swallow, but his prick lunged forward and blocked off her gullet. The jizz poured from her lips in streams that ran back up her face like reverse tear-trails.
"Suck it all down! Oh, fuck! Sweet Christ!" he yelled.
And once again his cock exploded in her mouth. He stared down at her, his eyes glazed. And as he watched he was amazed to see bubbles of white pop and snap from her nostrils. She was snorting cum, blowing cock snot from her nose.
His prick slipped from her lips and bumped up and down her face as he continued humping without let-up. He cradled her head in his hands and supported her while his cock angled this way and that over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. A giant spiral of jizz looped out and splattered around her left tit. The silver ribbon circled her nipple like a half-moon.
"Eat it! Eat my cum!" he croaked, watching his jizz ooze from between Her gaping lips. And his cock twitched one last time, spurting out a streamer of cum that ran from her chin and neck into her cleavage. The milky spunk glittered brightly on her brown skin.
He was slowing down, scraping his prick more and more gently over her face. Fat strings of cum dripped from his cocktip and splotched her cheeks, her nose. His balls seemed to have loosened in their leathery sac. They tapped gently against her forehead.
"So how about it? See you Friday?" he mumbled. He was still gently humping her face, but he spoke as if nothing unusual had happened. He smiled down at her cum-splattered face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Darcy told herself that she'd never go off with Tom Buckley on some crazy basketball trip. It would be way too risky. What if the other teachers were to find out? What if the principal heard about it? She didn't even like basketball, and her feelings for Tom were less than friendly much of the time. What did she have to gain by going on some stupid trip with him?
Besides, Kyle Thomas was a member of the basketball team. He was one of Buckley's star players, in fact. And that would be just one more embarrassing situation to deal with. How would she react around him? How could she face that boy after what had happened between them in his car? She would be crazy to go along. The trip would be a disaster, she was sure.
Yet on the Friday in question she found herself signing into a quiet motel with Buckley and the team. And what was more, she found herself thrilled at what the night after the game might have in store. She couldn't explain why she had come. It didn't make any sense to her. Whenever questions entered her head, she forced them away. She was determined to enjoy herself, against all odds.
And it was refreshing, in a way, to be in a different town for a while. While Buckley and the team held a late-afternoon practice, she shopped in a pleasant little mall close by the motel. And then Buckley treated her to an early dinner in an expensive local restaurant. She even enjoyed the game, which surprised her. She found herself cheering wildly as Kyle Thomas sank a winning basket with less than five seconds to go.
Darcy was the first back to the motel, and she waited patiently for Tom in the room they were to share. She had mixed feelings about spending the night with him. She found herself thinking just as much about Don Ribgy, in fact. But she was determined to enjoy herself. She made up her face all over again and put on a sexy robe over her lace under things. A gentle thrill vibrated through her pussy.
When a key turned in the lock of the door, she felt herself grow suddenly more excited. She stood up by the foot of the bed, opened up her robe, and let one slender leg hook out into the open. She ran her tongue around her mouth and made her red lips glisten. Her lovely blonde hair was fluffed out around her face.
But it wasn't Tom Buckley. Instead, Kyle Thomas stood in the doorway, grinning at her. He let the door close behind him and his eyes fell hungrily down her body, taking in every inch of her. He stepped forward, tossed the key onto the dresser. His hair was still slick and wet from his shower.
"Well, look at this. You sure are ready for the coach, aren't you?" he grinned. "What are you wearing? Sweet Jesus Christ, you look like you're right out of a porno movie!"
Darcy stepped back and pulled her robe around her, suddenly aware of what she was showing him. All she wore under the robe was a black garter belt and matching sheer stockings. She'd bought them especially for the occasion, but now she felt more embarrassed than sexy in them. She hadn't worn the get-up for this young punk.
"How did you get the key for this room? What are you doing here?" she demanded. It was hard to sound like a teacher when she was dressed in nothing but a robe and sexy underwear. She placed one hand on her hip and tried her best to look full of authority. The robe fell open again and one big tit lolled into view.
He could also see a black elastic garter snaking down one thigh, and half of her tufted blonde pussy. He felt his cock lurch in his pants and he took another step toward her. She was backed up against the bed now and could go no farther. Her eyes were wide and blue and flashing.
"Does Mr. Buckley know about this? You'll be in big trouble when he finds out," she fumed. She glared at him with her wild eyes, and her wet mouth glistened.
"Fuck, what a sight you are," Kyle said, as if he hadn't heard a word. "I've never seen anyone dressed up like a real whore before. Not outside of jerk-off magazines or porn movies, that is. Fuck, what a cock-teasing sight you are."
He was right in front of her now, and he reached up to pull her robe off both shoulders. She clutched it around her belly, tried to keep herself covered. But both tits were soon visible damn near to the nipples. She glared at the youth, and her nostrils flared prettily with excitement. She should be yelling and screaming at him, she realized. But she couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
"What a sexy slut you are. What a fucking cock-teasing sexy slut," he said. "A guy could cream his jeans just looking at you. You're some hot cock-teaser."
His hands fell from the top of her robe now and left it draped down past her shoulders. Her arms supported her tits, kept the robe closed tightly beneath them. His fingers teased down over her belly, skimmed quickly through the fluffy blonde curls of her pussy hair. She felt his fingertip trace down the moist crack of her cunt.
Darcy was trying to say something but the words wouldn't come. His finger on her cunt was so gentle, so lovely. She felt something dissolve inside her, like the untying of a knot.
"Forget Mr. Buckley. He's busy for a while. It's just you and me, baby. Your cunt, your tits, and my big hard cock. Relax and enjoy." His fingers kept tracing up and down without actually poking inside her cunt slit. He was being very patient with her.
She felt herself grow weak in the knees, and she wanted to fall back on the bed, spread her legs wide, have him shove his finger, his cock, anything up her wet cunt. She blushed at the thought. She tried to scrunch her face into a frown of disapproval. Her mouth opened, but she still couldn't speak.
He had one hand in back of her and was supporting her while he played with her cunt with the other. He could feel how moist her pussy was. A thick, syrupy juice was oozing from between her cuntlips and wetting his fingers. Gently, he pried the pulpy cuntlips apart and fucked one long finger inside her. She sighed deeply and her head rolled back.
"See how nice it feels? Relax. No use trying to act like a teacher with me. I've fucked you already, remember?" His voice was soothing and gentle.
Around and around he rolled his fingers inside her, cranking the lips of her pussy wider and wider. She was beginning to sag, and her thighs spread automatically, giving him more room. The cunt juice was really pouring out of her now. It was warm and sticky and thick. He felt a trickle of cunt juice begin to run down his wrist.
"You 'ready to let me see this sexy outfit now?" he soothed.
And very gently he lowered her back onto the bed. There was no resistance in her now. She was passive, like some lovely life-sized doll. Her arms let go the front of her robe and it fell wide open. Her big tits wobbled back on her chest.
He pulled his finger from her cunt and set about hauling the robe off her. She remained quite passive, let him do as he liked. She lay flat on her back on the bed with her calves hanging over the foot of it. The black garters stretched tautly from her belt to the tops of her black stockings.
"What a sight. What a sexy fucking sight," he murmured, tossing her robe to one side.
He stared down at her naked wobbling tits, at her flat golden belly and the tight black strap of her garter belt stretching across it. He glared at her blonde cunt hair bristling up between the black elastic strips of her suspenders, and at the sheer black stockings hugging her slender thighs.
Then he was standing up, peeling off his shirt and shoving down his pants. He kicked off his sneakers, forced down his shorts, and then he was leaning down over her, completely naked, his cock swaying and bouncing between his legs. She stared at his prick through droopy eyelids, surprised all over again at the size and bulk of his fucker.
"Are you ... are you going to fuck me?" she whispered, glancing up into his face and then back down at his swaying cock. All the protest was gone from her voice. She sounded like a little girl again. "What do you think?" he hissed. And he was grabbing her, shoving her farther up the bed so that her legs were no longer hooked over the edge. Her tits wobbled prettily beneath him.
His cock was so big, and she found herself wanting to raise her ass, to impale herself on the boy's giant prick. She was about to do this when she felt his fat cockhead graze through her cunt hair. He was leaning down over her with his arms on either side, as if about to do push-ups. Her fingers encircled his elbows and she gazed into his eyes, all readiness.
"You'll have to hurry. What if Mr. Buckley comes back?" she purred. Her eyes were all wide and innocent, as if she were a very young girl scared of being caught by her mother.
"Forget the coach, I tell you," he soothed. And he concentrated on circling his stiff cock about, poking the cockhead over her belly and through her bristling cunt hair. He seemed in ho hurry at all to fuck her.
She began to raise her ass at last, and she moved her crotch about, trying to fuck her cunt onto his giant prick. She felt the thick cockshaft rolling about on her belly and through her pussy hair, but she couldn't get it inside her. He kept moving with her, teasing her, keeping his hard-on just out of reach of her sucking cunthole.
"Please ..." she moaned. "Don't tease me. I need your cock. Fuck me now. Shove your big cock up my cunt and fuck me raw!"
He grinned down at her, reached down to take his cock in one hand. He steered it about on her belly some more, folded down long curls of blonde pussy hair with the domed cock meat. She raised her ass some more, so that there was a deep and sexy arch in her back. But still she couldn't get his thick prick inside her cunt. She began to whisper like a spoiled little girl.
"Fuck me now. Please don't tease me. I need your cock so bad. Shove it inside me. Fill me with cock. Please!"
He grinned at her some more, scraped his cock this way and that on her belly and pussy mound. And then at last he took pity on her. He tilted his cock down, nudged the swollen prickhead between the damp slabs of her cuntlips. He eased it up and down quickly, then pressed forward. His prick began to fuck into her.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, gripping his arms all the tighter. Her voice sounded shocked, as if she were being violated by a baseball bat or something.
"You like that? You like a thick cock up your cunt?" he said with a leer.
She had sunk back down onto the bed now, and he could feel every inch of his swollen cock in her cunt. Her pussy seemed flooded with fuck-juice and it was almost as if his'cock were being sucked inside by a hungry wet mouth.
"Yes! Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" she gasped. And her eyes were closed now and she was biting her lower lip. Her big tits wobbled on her chest, their nipples two thick brown stubs of flesh that jutted up.
Inch after inch of swollen prick fucked into her, till his crotch hair mingled with hers and he was fucked in to the balls. At once he began a gentle pumping in and out, fucking his cock back and forth like a piston. Wet, squelchy sounds rose up from their meshed sex parts. It was an obscene noise, like cream being sucked.
"So deep! Oh your cock goes so deep!" she purred. And now she was gazing up at him through lust-droopy eyes. There was a look of such gratitude on her face, as if he'd given her the most wonderful gift in the world.
He didn't answer. He was speeding up his movements, fucking her with faster and faster strokes. And the obscene sucking sounds grew louder and wetter. In and out of his thick prick fucked, sliding out so far only its gross purple head was locked between her cuntlips, then fucking in till nothing was clear but his balls.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" she pleaded. She scissored her legs up on either side of him, then wrapped them tightly over his back and ass. She drew his prick as deep as she could inside her, felt his bloated cockhead deep in her belly somewhere.
And then he went into overdrive, pumping his ass up and down till it was no more than a pale blur. Her belly quivered and shook beneath him, and her big tits shimmied about. She closed her eyes again, lost in a sweet feeling that was growing by the second. She felt bloated, clogged with cock. And she knew it would not be long before she was climaxing.
"Sweet little cock-teaser!" he grunted. "What a hot, sleazy little cock-teasing slut!"
Kyle was fucking her crazily now, driving his cock in and out like a man possessed. He grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed the lush tit flesh, kneaded it like dough. The nipples burned his fingers. Again and again his balls smacked into the crook of her thighs. There was a tremor up the entire length of his prick.
"Cumming! Cumming inside your hot sucking cunt," he announced. "Feel it? Feel it spurt!"
Almost at once, Darcy did feel a tremendous spurting inside her pussy, and she gazed up into his face in surprise. So soon? He was cumming inside her so soon? She didn't want this to end. She wanted the fucking to go on and on and on. She wanted him to fuck her till she couldn't stand up. Why was he cumming so soon? What was the matter with this boy?
The first huge spurt of cum subsided, and for a minute she thought she was mistaken. But then there was another giant tremor along the length of his cock, and a second monster wad of spunk burst free inside her. There was no mistake. He was cumming, spurting jizz up her cunt like water from a hose. She squeezed her cunt around his cock, milked his balls with her pussy.
"Hot bitch! Hot, cock-teasing slut!" he groaned. And another thick swirl of cum shot off up her cunt. The lewd squelching sounds between her legs were really loud now.
In and out he fucked, keeping up the wild crazy tempo and spurting out knot after knot of steaming hot spunk up her cunt. She gazed up at him hopelessly, trying to force herself into her climax but knowing she wouldn't get there in time. Before she came, he would be pulling his cock out of her. She would be left horny and unfulfilled, her pussy full of his jizz.
She felt another hot spurt of cum inside her. And another. And then that seemed to be all. He fucked her just as wildly as ever for maybe another forty seconds. And then he was definitely slowing down, fucking his prick in and out of her cunt with more and more relaxed strokes. With a sad little sigh, she felt her climax slipping away. She'd been so close. Another two or three minutes would have done it.
"Hot cunt! Hot, sleazy bitch!" he grunted.
He still held himself up off her body, supported on his hands. His push-ups became slower and more labored. At last, he fell forward on top of her, squishing her tits beneath him. His cock oozed out a thick slime into her cunt.
"Can you do it again? Can you fuck me some more?" she asked softly, knowing pretty well that it was hopeless.
Already, she was thinking ahead. Tom us would hare to get back soon. Surely he would want to fuck her. Maybe she'd have time to shower, to clean the cum from her oozing cunt. He needn't know that she'd let Kyle Thomas fuck her.
The youth didn't answer her. He lay atop her heavily, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. She could feel his big cock growing limp inside her pussy. For a moment, she thought he'd fallen asleep. But then he stirred. His head lifted and he was gazing dazedly into her eyes. There was a crooked grin on his face, and he looked like a mischievous boy who was about to do something shocking.
"You want to fuck some more? You want more cock?" he asked. "I knew you would. We all knew you would. Good thing there's plenty available."
He lifted off her slowly, as if every bone in his body was aching. His limp cock slopped from her cunt and drooled a stream of cum across her crotch hair and belly. Then he was stepping toward the door, opening it, poking his head out to speak to someone down the. hall. There was a slight pause while he stood behind the door, grinning at her. Then he was opening the door wide.
To Darcy's amazement, Rob Sims, the center for the basketball team, stepped into the room. He was followed by Terry Hodge, one of the guards, and Nick Stevens, a forward.
Bringing up the rear was Tom Buckley, a sly smile on his lips. "Not all the guys could make it," he said. "Some of them had dates."
CHAPTER NINE
Darcy's eyes widened as the room filled up with virile young men. She hauled herself up into a sitting position on the bed and made a hopeless attempt to cover her tits with her arm. She was vaguely aware of Kyle Thomas closing the door behind Buckley. She stared at each of them in turn.
"Shit, look at her," said Rob Sims. "She's really dressed for the part, isn't she? Garter belt, stockings, the works."
"Looks like old Kyle oiled her up pretty good," added Nick Stevens. "Look at the cum pour out of her pussy!"
Darcy glanced down between her legs and flushed deeply as she saw the pale slimy cum oozing from between her gaping cuntlips. She tucked her legs under her and knelt up, but it didn't seem to help. Her crotch hair was white and matted with oily globs of cum.
"She's good and ready," Kyle said. "I made sure of it. She's ready for all the cock you can give her. Fuck, she's like some bitch in heat."
Darcy's mind reeled. For a while, what they said didn't seem to have any meaning. Then the words sank in and her heart began to pound. Her eyes found Tom Buckley, and she noticed he was staring at her a bit sheepishly, as if he didn't know what to say. It was suddenly very clear to her that he'd set up this whole thing-and that it was no accident that Kyle Thomas had a set of keys for this room.
"Look at those tits," muttered Terry Hodge. "They're perfect. Her tits are fucking beautiful."
He moved around the side of the bed and Nick Stevens followed him. Rob Sims came around the other side of the bed and Kyle Thomas shuffled alongside him, his cock dropping down now like a hunk of rubber pipe. Tom Buckley stayed at the foot of the bed and stared directly into the oozing crack of her cunt.
"She's fucking hot. I couldn't give her all she wanted," Thomas said. He almost sounded proud, as if he'd given it his best shot but it hadn't been enough.
"We'll give her enough, don't worry," Rob Sims put in. "We'll give her so much cock tonight she'll remember it for the rest of her life. She's gonna get all the cock she needs."
Rob unzipped his pants as he spoke, and suddenly everyone was following suit. The sound of zippers opening filled the room, followed by the shuffling of pants being pulled off and shirts being hauled off. Even Buckley was undressing, just as if he were one of the boys. Darcy's eyes stayed on him most of the time, but once in a while drifted off to watch one of the others.
"I don't get it. What is this?" she murmured, though she knew the answer all too well. "You want me to make it with all five of you? You want me to fuck and suck five men all at the same time?"
She addressed the question to Buckley, but he didn't answer. He appeared too busy hauling his shorts off over one foot. He was standing on one leg, with his head bowed.
Rob Sims answered for him, his voice full of youthful confidence and excitement. "All five, baby. A real gang-bang, that's what's in store for you. Coach always likes to give the team a treat after a big win. Tonight, you're it."
Terry and Nick snickered and finished tossing their clothes to one side. Darcy was suddenly aware that all five guys were stark naked. They stood around the bed staring down at her hungrily. Even Kyle Thomas seemed to have a renewed interest in her. A long string of clear fluid dripped from his cocktip and dangled in the air.
"Five men ... all at the same time," she sighed, as if it were beyond belief. Her eyes were still wide with amazement.
Darcy was surrounded by male nakedness. She felt overwhelmed by it. Two of the youths, Sims and Stevens, were well over six feet tall and they loomed over her like trees. There was so much pure muscle and meat on all of them. She felt a quiver go through her at the thought of it.
And then her eyes fell to each of the naked cocks, and she examined each one in turn, in spite of herself. None of the cocks were hard yet, but a couple had begun to arch out from the hairy crotches. Rob Sims, she noticed had a prick as thick and heavy as any She'd seen over the last wild few weeks. His prick hung halfway to his knees.
Darcy felt herself begin to tremble with excitement She should be screaming and yelling, she knew. She should be grabbing up her clothes and fleeing from the room in panic. She was naked except for a garter belt and stockings, alone in a room with five horny men with huge cocks. It was a crazy situation. Yet she didn't move. And the thrills ran up and down her spine.
"How should we start, coach? Don't you think she should suck all our cocks?" Rob Sims was saying. "I'd sure like that sweet red mouth wrapped around my fat cock. What do you say?"
He glanced at Buckley quickly, and climbed on the bed beside Darcy. Nick Stevens stepped up beside her on the other side. Buckley said nothing, but watched the proceedings with a weird light in his eyes, almost as if he were sitting in the dark watching some pornographic movie. Terry Hodge and Kyle Thomas climbed on the bed also.
Darcy found herself surrounded by cocks. They hung down around her at eye level, like thick, obscene fruit dangling from trees. The cocks were puffy and thick, just beginning to stiffen. And she stared at them through wide and excited eyes, her mouth wet and red and half open. He heart was pounding dully.
"You want me to suck all your cocks? Every one?" she breathed. She kept her eyes on the cocks the whole time, and it was as if she were talking to them, not to the young men.
"Fucking right. Here, try one," Rob Sims said. He tilted his huge cock at her with his hands, scraped the bloated purple cockhead across her cheek. His prick looked to be about eight inches long already, and it had barely begun to stiffen.
"So much cock ... so much ..." she murmured, but she was cut off as Sims smeared his cockhead across her lips. She kissed the ugly cockhead dutifully and folded her lips over the fat dome. She was sure she'd never be able to get that cock into her mouth.
"Suck it. Suck his cock," Nick Stevens grunted. Her head was turned away from him and he rubbed his cock up and down her cheek and ear. He sounded impatient to get things started.
Bit by bit, Sims' cock fucked between her lips. She curled her tongue this way and that around the underside, and felt the big cockhead bump against the roof of her mouth. Her lips were soon stretched to the limit around the monster bulk of the cock, though only the cockhead and maybe two inches of cockshaft had disappeared. Sims held his cock up for her with his fist and tried to force it deeper.
"Don't choke her with the fucking thing. Be careful," Terry Hodge warned. He waited his own turn patiently, standing on the bed with his hands on his hips.
Darcy's eyes were wide and she was glaring into the thick hair on Sim's belly. Her cheeks hollowed deeply and then swelled out as though she were blowing up a balloon. Another inch of Sims' huge prick fucked between her lips. And then another.
Her hand came up to grip his cock around its middle, and for the time being he let go, allowed her to do as she wished. He watched her pretty blonde head begin to bob up and down slowly. He felt her tongue tickling and teasing the underside of his growing prick. A big blue vein had begun to throb and swell in the side of the cock.
"Watch her suck! She fucking loves it!" Nick Stevens grunted. His own prick had started swelling rapidly, and it loomed out straight from his crotch now like a steel bar. He rubbed his prick up and down alongside her cheek.
For the better part of a minute, Darcy sucked gamely on Sim's monstrous cock, twisting her head this way and that in a vain attempt to fuck more of it into her face. After a while she gave up and concentrated on sucking the cockhead and the top two inches of cockshaft. Her lips were already sore from the stretching and straining.
"My turn. My fucking turn," Stevens said.
And suddenly he was forcing his cock down her cheek to her mouth. It didn't seem to bother him that her mouth was already stuffed with cock. He tried to force his way inside. And for a wild couple of seconds, Darcy had two thick cocks straining against her lips.
Sims withdrew at last, pulled his prick from the sucking oval of her lips. His cock was barely clear before Stevens had turned her head and crammed his own cockhead between her gaping lips. He shoved five inches of cock down her throat before she had a chance to protest. There was enough cock left over for her to wrap her fingers around the base.
"Oh, yeah. Suck it like that," Stevens croaked. His knees bent and he humped his ass slightly, feeding her lengths of swollen prick. His cock was thinner than Sims', and he could plow it deeper into her face. He cradled the back of her neck with his hand and drew her back and forth on his hard-on.
"Shit, look at her go. What a cock-sucker," murmured Kyle Thomas. He was crouching to one side, watching all this closely. His recently drained cock had begun to twitch upward again. He held his prick lightly in his fist.
Terry Hodge stood to one side too, and apart from a slight puffiness around the base of his cock he appeared to be in complete control of himself. His prick hung down like a limp fish, the cockhead still enclosed by its folds of foreskin. He didn't touch his cock at all, but kept his hands firmly on his hips.
No one was paying Buckley any attention, and he seemed to be happy about this. He stood at the foot of the bed, out of the action, away from the semi-circle of young men. He was jerking off, pulling on his cock with long slow strokes. But he was doing it slowly, almost lazily, as if he were in absolutely no hurry at all. He never took his eyes off Darcy's cock-stuffed face.
"Suck it, baby, suck my hard cock," Stevens hissed. His prick was a long gleaming pole of flesh now. His cockshaft shone weirdly each time Darcy backed her mouth up off it. His knees were still bent and he fucked her face gently.
"It's Terry's turn, Nick," Sims said suddenly "Let her suck Terry for a while. At this rate, you'll be cumming in her mouth any second. You got to save yourself, man."
Sims sounded as though he didn't want Stevens to get any more than his due. He helped shove him back and away so that they could make room for Terry Hodge. Stevens' fully erect cock slopped from Darcy's mouth and dripped a thick string of pre-cum juice over her left tit. There were grunts and groans of complaint, but finally Terry could step forward.
Terry's cock was still limp and fairly small, amazingly, and Darcy smiled at his prick as it loomed closer and closer to her face. She raised her hand, touched his balls with her fingertips, then tilted the puffy cock up toward her mouth. Her lips gaped wide and she took in every inch of the cock in one gulp. Her nose was buried in the tangle of his crotch hair.
"How come you don't have a hard-on, man? What the fuck's the matter with you?" Stevens grunted. He stood alongside Sims now, and the two of them jerked off steadily. Both their cocks were huge and thick and ugly.
Terry's cock, almost as soon as Stevens finished speaking, began to swell alarmingly. Darcy had barely closed her lips over his cock before she felt a great swelling in it, as if some spring somewhere had been released. His fucker was uncoiling in her mouth, like a roused snake, and she was forced to back off it a little. She let his prick inch out into the open as it swelled.
"He has now asshole," Sims said. And they all stared down at Darcy's mouth, watched inch after inch of growing cockshaft crank out into the open. Her lips were sealed tightly around the bulk of the prick, and she was sucking gamely, her eyes turned up to Terry's face from time to time to check out his reaction.
Her mouth pumped up and down on the cockshaft, more and more quickly as it stiffened and oozed out into the open. In seconds, it seemed, Terry had a nine-inch hard-on, and she could suck in no more than five or six inches on each down-stroke of her head. Her fingers curled around the cock base and she began jerking him off. She snorted noisily into his crotch hair.
"You guys want in on this?" Sims asked: glancing at Kyle Thomas and Buckley. "How about it, coach? You want your cock sucked by an expert?"
Buckley didn't say anything, but Kyle Thomas elbowed his way forward, his still-growing cock arching up and down in the air.
He stood alongside Terry,-waiting till he was finished. Kyle's empty cock was still dripping cum-juice and a glob dropped down and snapped across her stiff nipple. When Terry finally stepped back and pulled his own cock free of her mouth, Kyle shoved his prick at Darcy's flushed face.
Darcy gurgled, accepting the fourth cock into her mouth in less than fifteen minutes. She clutched the cock base and began sucking, as fresh as ever. Whatever limpness had crept back into Kyle's cock, it was all gone within seconds. Her face was soon blasted with yet another blistering hard-on.
"How about it, coach? What do you say?" Sims asked, again glancing down toward where Buckley was quietly jerking off. He sounded concerned, as if he were talking to a younger brother who was missing out on the fun.
Buckley grunted. He would have been quite content to watch this strange and obscene ritual, to jerk off at the sight of pretty Darcy getting poked with cock like a pin-cushion. But something told him he had to get his cock sucked in front of the boys. They might think he was weird if he didn't. He climbed over the foot of the bed, waited while Thomas was sucked to a full hard-on.
The five guys surrounded Darcy, their cocks jutting out from their crotches like huge bloated crowbars. All except Sims' cock, which because of its weight and size, angled downward. And now they shifted positions slightly so that Kyle could pull his cock from her mouth and Buckley could take his place. Without the slightest sign of recognition, Darcy grabbed Buckley's cock and stuffed it inside her mouth.
She began sucking steadily, her lips numb and raw from her work on the four previous cocks. She knelt on the bed still, dressed in nothing but her black garter belt and sheer black stockings. There were grunts and groans from all around her, and she could hear the steady flapping of cocks as they were jacked off. She never wanted to stop sucking cock.
Her arms flapped out on either side of her suddenly, and she was reaching out, searching for a couple of cocks to play with. Sims and Stevens let her curl her fingers around their pricks. They winked at each other as she began to jack their cocks up and down. Even with a third cock in her mouth, she could still jerk off two cocks like an expert.
"You guys should fuck her. She wants it, I know," Kyle Thomas said. "She's a great fuck. She drained me dry. You guys should all fuck her."
Darcy heard him vaguely, and her belly flip-flopped. Little quivers of close climax were still rippling through her. They'd been there all the time she was sucking cocks. It was what she wanted more than anything in the world, she realized. She wanted to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked again. One cock wouldn't do. She wanted more than that. She would let all five guys fuck her if they wanted to.
"She's such a horny little bitch. She'll take on all of you. I know it," Kyle went on, as if reading her mind. "She can suck on the rest of us, and jerk us off while one guys fucks her. We can take turns, like we did with the blow-jobs."
Again Darcy's belly lurched. And she had a sudden vision of all the exotic possibilities. Cocks up her cunt, cocks up her ass, cocks in her hands and cocks in her mouth. It was enough to make her faint with longing. She fucked her mouth harshly up and down on Buckley's cock, sucked his cock till it was raw. And she felt her whole body tingling, from the depths of her cunt to the swollen tips of her nipples.
It was so fucking strange and wonderful. There were so many possibilities for a girl with imagination. And she'd gone without sex for so long. Well, she was making up for it now. She was going to fuck and suck as many men in one night as some women did in a lifetime. And she was going to love every minute of it. Nothing could stop her now. Nothing.
CHAPTER TEN
Darcy lost all track of time. She was lost in a forest of stiff cocks. She had no control over matters. She let the men handle everything. They manhandled and mauled her like a rag doll. Their hands were all over her. They flipped her this way and that, rubbed their cocks all over her. She had no idea how much time had passed.
She was aware of being laid out flat on her back after she'd finished sucking Buckley.
Then she felt the first of many cocks fucking up her cunt. Nick Stevens was on top of her, fucking her with long steady strokes of his bloated prick. He had her legs scissored up on either side and was pressing down the backs of her thighs with his hands.
While all this was going on, two cocks were thrust at her face from left and right. First one and then the other was crammed in her mouth. She was forced to tilt her head back and forth every few minutes. She wasn't even sure whose cocks they were. She just sucked the cocks, drew them into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around them lovingly.
She wasn't sure what the other guys were doing while she fucked and sucked these three, but she was vaguely aware of a cock being poked onto her tit from time to time. Or another cock being shoved into a free hand till her fingers curled around it automatically. She was never one-hundred percent sure anymore who was doing what to her. The only one she seemed able to identify was the guy who happened to be fucking her.
First it was Nick Stevens. He fucked her for a long time, carving his cock every which way in her sucking cunt as if he wanted to prepare the way for all the cocks yet to come. She was staring up at him as he grinned down at her, his face all flushed and sneering. His cock felt like a hard granite column shoved up her pussy.
Then it was Terry Hodge, and he was fucking her gently, slowly, as if the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. After three or four minutes of his pleasant fucking, she felt her climax building again deep inside her. Bigger and bigger waves of pleasure flowed through her. His fucking prick seemed to plow up along the length of her spine somehow.
Rob Sims was next, and she wasn't sure she'd ever recover from his assault on her. His cock was thicker than her arm, it seemed, and even though he went slowly, fucking his cockshaft into her a bit at a time, she still felt as though she were being split in half. It was incredible.
His cockhead felt like a softball being twisted about between her gaping cuntlips. Then he was pressing forward, fucking inch after inch of his monster prick into her pussy. Her whole crotch grew numb, as if his huge cock were injecting her with something. All she was aware of was the cockhead bulling its way deeper and deeper into her cunt. It went deeper than any of the other cocks, till it seemed it was fucked up into her chest.
She tried" to concentrate ori sucking the other cocks, on tugging at them with her hands. She didn't want to imagine what her poor pulpy cuntlips looked like stretched around his immense prick. When he began fucking her, it was a relief. Then at least his cock was pulled -partway out of her pussy some of the time. She drew someone's cock deep into her throat and curled her tongue around the base of that cock.
More time passed, and Darcy could hardly believe it, but as Sims fucked her the numbness lifted and she felt little quivers of climax growing again. The discomfort had gone. In a matter of minutes, if this kept up, she'd be cumming, her cunt all wet and melty around Sims' gross cock. She began to hum around the cock embedded in her throat. Her big tits tingled.
But then Sims was pulling his prick out of her. He had fucked her for less than five minutes, it seemed, and already he was withdrawing, making room for someone else between her legs. She felt cold and empty suddenly, and her cunt seemed to gape as if someone had had a fist up inside her. She began to whimper around the cock she was sucking.
Someone else was fucking his cock into her pussy. Tom Buckley, she thought. And she wrapped her legs around him and drew his cock deep, trying her best to climax before it was too late. Nobody had shot cum inside her since Kyle had fucked her, she suddenly realized, and she wondered what they were all saving themselves for. Maybe they all wanted to prove to each other just how long each of them could keep fucking.
Fresh cocks were replacing the ones on either side of her face. They were just as hard and stiff and bloated as ever. She sucked one cock into her mouth, sucking it as hard as she could. A fat cockhead slotted against the socket of her eye and rested there, throbbing warmly. Buckley's cock fucked in and out of her twitching cunt.
She was on the verge of climaxing. She was right on the edge. But Buckley was pulling out and Kyle Thomas was back between her legs, fucking his cock in and out of her pussy as if he hadn't shot off once already tonight. She humped her ass up off the bed at him, felt herself getting closer and closer and closer. Then something burst inside her and she was cumming. She moaned and groaned with fuck-lust.
It went on for ages. She couldn't stop climaxing. And even after Thomas pulled out of her, it continued. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. She didn't even need a cock anymore. She groaned and gurgled on the cock in her mouth. And her cunt spasmed and twitched wildly.
The youths were talking to each other in low voices but she didn't pay them any attention. The waves of pleasure kept rippling through her. She felt a cock being pulled from her mouth. She was being flipped over onto her hands and knees. She didn't care. They would do what they wanted with her. She'd never felt so good in her whole life.
Someone was below her on the bed, on his back with his cock in his hand sticking up like a spike. She was being lowered onto him. Her legs were being held wide apart. His cock fucked into her cunt. She sank down on the prick easily, without any trouble at all. The cock was in her to the balls. It throbbed inside her cunt crazily.
Something was poking her ass cheeks, then her asshole. A cockhead. A big thick hard cockhead was poking at the puckered ring of her tight asshole. There was pressure, a great heavy weight against her asshole. Then the cockhead was inside, fucking farther and farther up her ass next to the bloated prick that still throbbed up her cunt.
She swore she could hear the cock fucking up her ass, creaking and straining as it went. It felt like a baseball bat was being pried up between her ass cheeks. Then it stopped, and she knew the cock was in her all the way. She felt a rough scratching of cock hair against her buns. She felt clogged, bloated with cockmeat. It was an amazing feeling.
"Fuck her! Fuck her up the ass and the cunt at the same time!" someone grunted. It sounded vaguely like Nick Stevens.
"You'll split her in half! Fuck!" someone else groaned. It was probably Terry Hodge.
Darcy felt the two monster cocks begin to fuck her at the same time, slowly at first and then with more and more strokes. Strangely enough, it was far from unpleasant. Her climax still rippled through her and she would have felt good no matter what. She whimpered and groaned, begged them to fuck her deeper. She waved her hands out on either side of her, in search of more cocks.
Almost at once, the fingers of both hands were wrapped around twin hard-ons. She tugged and pulled on them as if her life depended on it. Then a huge prick-it had to be Rob Sims'-loomed up in front of her face and scraped against her gasping mouth. Her lips opened and closed automatically, and she was sucking cock while jerking off two more, while her ass and cunt were plugged up with yet two more cocks.
She had no idea how long this went on. It couldn't have been very long. The set-up was just too weird and cramped. But for the few moments it lasted, Darcy felt as though her head, her tits, her pussy were all about to explode. It was too much cock. It was too much cock for any one woman at one time. For a second or two, she realized later, she must have passed out.
When she came to her senses all the cocks had been pulled from her but one. She was on her back again, and as she gazed up dazedly she saw Rob Sims on top of her, fucking in and out of her cunt with that huge log of a cock of his. He seemed far away, and she realized he was kneeling up while he fucked her. There were pillows under her ass so that her cunt was angled up toward him.
But there were pillows under her neck as well, and her face was tilted back at an angle for some reason. Her eyes focused again and she saw what the reason was. The other four men were surrounding her head, two on each side. Their bloated cocks were just inches from her face and they were being jerked off. All four men were aiming their cocks at her face. They were going to shoot their cum loads all over her.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds for fear of panicking. She knew what it was like to have one man spurt cum in her face. What would it be like having four cocks spurt at the same time? It was too much to think about. She wondered vaguely if she would survive the next few minutes. Surely she would drown in cum.
Every few seconds, one of the cocks was shoved against her mouth, and she opened her lips dutifully and sucked on the cockhead and as much of the cockshaft as she could. She serviced all four cocks this way over the next little while, but it was hard to concentrate on what she was doing. She kept worrying about what was going to happen next. She kept imagining gallons of cum.
Her eyes were shut tightly with fear, and her breathing was ragged. She waited, knowing that any second hot jets of cum would be fired at her. She was only half aware of Sims fucking away up her cunt. She was too worried about what would happen around her face. She peeked out through the slits of her eyelids.
When it started though, it started slowly and gently, almost as if everything were in slow motion. Kyle Thomas had his cock lodged against her forehead and a great thick twine of cum oozed out and attached itself to her left eyebrows. His prick lifted Up, and the thick strand of silver spunk stretched between her eyebrow and his cockhead, like a heavy cobweb. Only as he continued jerking off did the strand snap.
It fell in a thick rope across her eye and down over her cheek. Her lashes were suddenly matted thickly together. The jizz curled off in a little swirl that ended up below her left ear. It looked like a weird scar running all across the top third of her face. Her eyelashes stuck up wetly like little black spikes.
Then Kyle was jerking off slowly, gently, and he moved his cockhead from place to place, planting it at various points on her face. He stuck his prick alongside her nose and watched as a huge glob of white jizz poured out like a ball of wax, dribbling off across her cheek in two separate streams.
He poked her chin, and a long string of cum oozed out which he managed to pull and stretch all the way up her cheek as far as her temple. Here he hooked it into the blonde strands of her hair and left it, determined to go on decorating some other area with his cum.
He shoved his cock in her eye and let a monstrous cum-wad unwind all along the line of her clenched eyelashes, matting them together like he'd done on the other side. The cum drooled off along her gleaming blue eyelids like some new and exotic make-up. It made her eyelid glow the color of a dark bruise.
On and on he worked, draping Darcy's pretty face with strings and loops of cum. And the other guys watched in fascination and continued jerking on their own cocks. Another stream of cum sprang free, this one with more force. It jetted across her cheek and down between her nose and top lip, finally spinning off her jaw line. Darcy poked out her tongue to lick the hot jism, and she managed to scoop up a gob of it.
But there was so much more to come. And if Darcy had thought, she wouldn't have tried to open one eye right at that moment. For Terry Hodge was cumming now. His cock gushed out a huge ribbon of jizz that went dancing up her face like mercury over glass. Cum hit her chin, crossed her mouth, shot up her cheek and splashed into her eye before she knew what was happening. In a flash her eye was sealed shut, and a glob of cum the size of a large pearl hung wetly from her lashes.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Darcy gasped, her breath taken away as if she were being hit by chunks of ice. Her mouth gaped open and her pink tongue stuck out.
Terry shot one thick streamer of spunk between her lips, quickly. The cum bounced over her tongue and disappeared into the depths of her throat before she knew what had hit her. She gulped, coughed, gagged, and a string of milky cum seeped from the corner of her mouth.
But then he was tilting his prick higher, spurting one, two, three huge streamers of cum up the length of Darcy's face. Each jet of jizz splayed off at a slightly different angle, up her right cheek, up her left cheek, up the side of her pretty turned-up nose. Her face was streaked with silver-ribbons, like war-paint. All three cum jets sprang across her forehead and hooked in her hair, like ornaments.
"Sweet Christ! Look at that! She's covered in cum!" Rob Sims croaked, and he felt his cock spurt a huge rope of jizz up her sucking cunt.
Right away, he pulled his cock out of her, grabbed his prick in his fist, and tilted it up over her golden-brown body. He pumped his cock in his fist and watched as he spurted cum every which way over her skin.
His first jizz jet began in her cunt hair and shot up all the way over her brown belly as far as her left tit. It grazed the inner slope of the big tit and curled around it just shy of the nip- pie. Cum gleamed on her body like silver paint. The second jet of cum sprang across her navel, filled it, then went bouncing up her rib cage to her right tit. Here it splattered everywhere, coating her nipple and drooling down the tit globe on all sides like icing down a cake.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" he groaned, and he spurted a jet of jism right up the center of her body, up between her tits. The cum smacked her under her chin and went bouncing off in all directions, mostly oozing down into the hollow of her neck. Cock cream glittered on her brown skin.
He spurted cum several more times, soiling her tits more and more as he clambered higher over her. But now the show was around her face again. Kyle and Terry had barely finished cumming when both Buckley and Nick Stevens began shooting off at the same time. Each had his cock propped up on either side of her gasping mouth.
Cum was suddenly everywhere. Both guys were aiming for her open mouth, but each jet of cum was so huge, so grossly thick, that Darcy's lips were clogged after each man had shot off only once. She gagged, coughed, spewed creamy cum from her mouth. Both both men had only just begun. Their cocks faced each other, like dueling pistols. The next few seconds Darcy would never forget.1 A ribbon of cum two feet long shot from Buckley's cock. A long streamer fired off from Stevens' prick. The two jets crossed each other at an angle, seemed to tangle and splatter in midair. Darcy's already-splattered face was suddenly awash with cum, streaked and splashed with great wriggling snakes of cum. It was crisscrossed with spunk like a road map.
"Look at that! Sweet Christ!" Sims groaned, unable to look away. "She'll drown in it! You'll fucking drown her in cum!"
Both cocks twitched again, sent spiraling ropes of silver cum across her face in different directions. Each strand crossed a cheek, an eye, and her forehead. Both jizz jets settled down heavily in her hair, like harpoons shot off into trees. Darcy's face was coated in cum. She looked like she was wearing a white mask or mud-pack.
She opened her mouth again, having finally gulped down a mouthful of jizz. At once, both men aimed for the soiled red oval. Two giant fountains of cum poured between her lips. And then two more. Her mouth was clogged in a flash. She tried to close her lips. Her cheeks ballooned. A thick wall of cock cream oozed from her lips like melted wax.
And each cock shot out two more jets of cum. Up over her eyes, along her forehead. It didn't matter. There wasn't one square inch of Darcy's face free of cum. She was drenched with cum. It flowed sluggishly about on her face in every direction. Pools of jism filled her eye sockets.
"I don't believe it. Sweet Christ," Rob Sims croaked. "She's covered. She's fucking covered with cum!"
"Yeah, yeah!" Tom Buckley growled. His cock had quit spurting at last. It dripped and drooled wet gobs of cock cream into her hair. He couldn't take his eyes off Darcy's unrecognizable face.
All the cocks were empty. They dripped and drooled and slowly grew limp and soft. All four guys around her face pulled on their cocks slowly, milking out the dregs of cum. They angled their pricks this way and that, making sure the last lazy drops splotched down onto her face. Sims had his prick lodged between her tits. He fucked back and forth gently.
"What a slut. What a hot, cock-sucking little cunt," Stevens muttered. The others seemed too drained to say anything.
Beneath all the cum, Darcy snorted in air through her one clear nostril. She let the spunk drain from her mouth slowly, spitting most of it out. She couldn't swallow anymore. She felt bloated already, about to vomit. Thick streams of white cum poured from her lips and wriggled down her chin and neck.
It was over, she realized, The weird, incredible orgy was finished. Every last set of balls had been drained, and she had the hot cum on her face and body to prove it. She felt filthy, coated from her crotch to the top of her head with sticky cock cream. She would never feel clean again, she swore. She would taste cum for months.
But she'd come through it all, and she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. She'd taken on five studs, fucked them, sucked them, let at least one of them fuck her up the ass. She'd jacked them off, let them spurt cum all over her body and face. And she'd survived. She felt as though she'd gone through some incredible test and had come through with flying colors.
She would never be the same again, she realized. This wild gang-bang had changed something for good. What it was she couldn't quite say yet, but she thought it had something to do with her doubts and fears. And not just about sex, but about all of her life. She felt as though she would never be scared again, about anything. After this, she could deal with anything and survive.
Under her wet blanket of jism, she almost smiled. She tried to, but the cum had started to dry in places and her lips were halfway sealed. She lay quite still for a while, listening to the swearing and name-calling of the five guys. And then, very gradually, she began to move. She could feel the slimy cum rolling about on her face and belly and tits.
"Look at her. Look at the sleazy hot bitch," someone grunted.
Darcy Kane raised her arms, scraped her hands up over her neck, playing with the hunks of jizz. She touched her face, ran her fingers this way and that, smearing the cum into her face like lotion. Then she curled her fingers around two cocks, drew them to her cum-clogged mouth and kissed them.
