Chapter 4
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.