Chapter 1
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.