Chapter 5
"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.