Chapter 2
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.