Chapter 6
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."