Chapter 7
For several days in a row, Darcy stayed late after school, exercising herself into exhaustion. Just off the gym where she spent most of her teaching hours there was a weight room, and if she still had any energy after dancing and jogging she pushed and pulled here till she was drained. She kept herself busy.
The chief reason was that she didn't want to think anymore about what was happening in her life, particularly all the wild fucking. It was all too confusing. It was all happening way too fast. And she couldn't be sure anymore that she was making the right decisions. Was it okay to let all these different men poke their cocks at her? or should she play hard to get?
She just didn't want to think about it. And so she kept herself so busy, and so physically exhausted, that she didn't have time to brood. She went to bed every night exhausted and slept like a log. Her body and face glowed with health and vitality.
As the days passed, though, it grew more and more difficult to keep nagging thoughts out of her head. The restlessness kept coming back. By the middle of the week, when Tom Buckley came around to pay her a visit, she was tense and on edge, even after a full workout. She lay on her back, tilted up at an angle beneath a light set of weights she'd been pressing. She almost snapped at Tom as he poked his head around the door to say hello.
"Say, what's wrong? I just came by to thank you for taking my class the other day. How did it go?" He stepped into the deserted room and moved around her, staring down at her glistening body. Her hands were still curled around the weights above her but she was resting, breathing heavily.
"It was terrible, as a matter of fact. I had a hell of a time controlling them," she pouted. Suddenly she felt very sorry for herself. All her confusion came to the surface and she almost burst into tears.
"Hey, it wasn't that bad, was it? Kyle Thomas told me you were terrific. And he's the toughest asshole of the bunch."
Now Darcy really was close to tears. "And did he tell you why he thought I was so terrific? Did he tell you what he did to me?" She felt a bit guilty saying this, since she'd been just as much to blame as Kyle for what had happened in his car. But she wasn't quite herself. She was confused and she felt the need for some sympathy.
"Well no ... he didn't say exactly," Tom muttered. He was moving around the weight room slowly, unsure what she was getting at. He couldn't keep his eyes off her sweat-slick body.
"He took me for a ride in his car, and he . . . used his mouth on me."
"Used his mouth on you?"
"You know. He ate me. Ate me between my legs. Then he fucked me. That's what he found so terrific. Not that I was a great teacher, but that I was a great fuck. God, I probably have no right teaching at all."
Buckley felt a solid twitch in his cock at what she said. Young Kyle Thomas hadn't let on at all, which was surprising. All he'd said was he thought Darcy was terrific.
"Don't you think that's terrible? I'm so ashamed."
"Because a student fucked you? Because you let him? I don't know. I'm quite impressed. That takes guts."
Darcy stared up at him, her eyes wide. She was wearing a tight pink exercise outfit and her tits were bulging out its front. Part of the circle surrounding her right nipple peeked saucily from under the material. The stiff stubs of the nipples were outlined in the tight top. Both tits rose and fell with her breathing.
"You think it's okay to let a student fuck me? And a jerk like Kyle Thomas in the bargain?" she frowned.
Actually, she felt like a bit of a phony saying all this. Up until this past day or so she hadn't spent much time worrying about what had happened. But she felt so confused after getting fucked up the ass at Don's place. Maybe that had been one violation too many, as much as she'd enjoyed it.
"What the fuck ..." Buckley sighed. He was trying his best to hide his excitement. His cock had begun to fill out in his slacks.
"But that's not all. I spent the night with Don Rigby at his apartment. And I did things you wouldn't believe." She shifted her legs slightly on the weight-lifting bench. She had on pink leg-warmers to match her outfit and these came up above her knees. Her naked brown thighs rippled above them.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" Buckley said. His cock made a thick bulge in the front of his pants now.
"God, I was awful. I sucked his cock and I licked his balls. I let him fuck my tits. Eventually, he came in my mouth and in my face. I swallowed his cum, as much of it as I could. I acted like a real slut."
Buckley felt himself go weak in the knees. He had a sudden urge to whip out his cock, straddle her, and slap her across the face with it again and again. When he spoke, he had a hard time controlling his voice.
"Sounds like you had fun. Wish I could have been there."
"Don't you think I'm a slut? And that's not all. I stayed overnight at his place. And the next day I let him fuck me up the ass. I put on this garter belt and stockings he wanted me to wear. And then I let him fuck me up the ass!"
Buckley felt his balls grow heavy. This was strange. Why was she telling him all this? It was as if she were in some shrink's office and she were confessing all her sins. Obviously all this stuff was on her mind and she wanted to talk to someone about it. But didn't she realize what effect this was having on him? Didn't she know he had a growing hard-on in his pants and his balls were tingling?
"What do you think of me, Tom? Don't you think I'm a slut? Should I be teaching? Should a slut be teaching kids?"
Her big blue eyes stared up at him and her pretty red mouth pouted. The time for tears had passed, and she seemed genuinely curious about his opinions of her. She shifted slightly on the bench and her right nipple popped completely into the open. It was nut brown and stiff.
"You're a slut, all right. There's no doubt about that," he said, edging around her head. "But that's no reason you can't go on teaching. There's no need to feel guilty about what you do with your private life. That's separate."
Gently, he lifted the weights above her off their cradle and laid them to one side on the floor. Then he quickly unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor. She had her hands clutched around the supporting bars on either side of her, and he folded his fists down over her fingers. He stepped forward, swung his dangling balls and arching cock over her face. He felt her fingers tense under his.
"Tom, what are you doing?" she gulped. The great hairy sac of his balls drooped over her face and his cock loomed out like the branch of a tree, casting a shadow across her tit.
"As I was saying, you can do anything in your private life. Anything at all. And there's no need to feel ashamed. It has nothing to do with your abilities as a teacher."
He lowered his balls till they rested on her cheek. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he began scraping the velvet ball-sac back and forth, up and down on her face. He dragged his balls over her left eye, across her forehead, and down her right cheek. He bumped them over her nose and up between her eyes. Then he veered lower, and hauled the ball-sac across her gaping wet mouth.
"Tom . . . what . . . mmmfff!" She tried to pull her hands off the steel bars, but his fists held her fast.
"So you licked old Don's balls, huh?" he asked. "Shit, what a lucky guy he is. I think I'd like some of the same. Go ahead, open wide. Suck on my balls."
Darcy had her mouth open already to protest, but suddenly the oval of her lips was blocked by the hairy sac of his balls. He shifted to one side slightly and plopped one ball into her mouth. Automatically, she began to lick and suck, curling her tongue this way and that. Her nostrils snorted into the crack of his ass.
"That's it. Attagirl. I only want what the other boys have been getting," he said reasonably. His knees bent as he let more ball slip between her lips.
Darcy stared up into the crack of his ass and wondered how she got herself into these situations. She felt like wriggling and squirming, protesting that he was taking advantage of her. But what was the point? He wasn't forcing her to do something she hadn't done before. She sucked and licked on his ball, and her hands relaxed on the support bars.
"Now the other one. That's so nice," he said. And he raised up slightly, slopped his right ball from her lips and let the left one swing over and down.
Without protest, Darcy began working on the second ball.
After a couple of minutes he felt safe in letting go of her hands, and when he did she made no move to wriggle upright or escape.
She went right on sucking his balls as if she'd suggested the whole thing in the first place. His cock loomed higher and higher over her tits, a thick, bloated pole of cockmeat. A heavy blue vein pulsed in its side.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't come down here to discuss your wild sex life, as interesting as that may be," he went on. "I came down to thank you, as I said. But I also wanted to ask you something else. How would you like to come along on a trip with me?"
He raised his balls from her mouth again and went about dragging and scraping them across her face once more. She closed her eyes and let him do as he liked. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and muffled.
"A trip? Where to? What for?"
"For fun. For a change. The team and I have a game over in Richmond on Friday. We'll be staying overnight. I thought you might like to come along as my date. You'll be a stabilizing influence."
"Mmmfff . . . I'm sure the principal won't look at it that way. It's out of the question."
He hauled his balls every which way on her face, and each time he passed her mouth she snuffled and sucked on the hairy pouch. All her complaints were forgotten for the time being. Once again she was caught up in the warm delicious effects of sex". She let her legs fall apart, and her pink exercise suit slipped up into the crack between her pussylips.
"The principal won't know. It's just you, me and the basketball team. Richmond's a nice town. There's good shopping there. Some nice restaurants."
"It would be crazy . . . mmmfff ... I can't risk it."
His balls slipped back into her mouth one more time.
"Think about it. Let me know later."
And all at once he pulled his balls up out of range of her sucking mouth. He tilted her head back, grabbed hold of his huge swollen cock. Then he stuffed his cockhead and three inches of cockmeat between her gaping lips.
She grunted, her lips forming a tight seal around his prick. She felt the prickhead bump the roof of her mouth and plunge deeper, into her throat. Four, five, six inches of cock fucked into her face.
"Think about it. But for now, suck my cock," he growled. And he fucked the last couple of inches of cockmeat into her throat. He paused for a second, then began lurching back and forth, fucking her upside-down face. His balls kept smacking against her nose.
Darcy lay there passively, as she'd done with Don, and let Tom fuck her face. She felt strange, dazed, helpless, as if she were just a piece of meat to be used by Tom's cock. Her mind floated about, full of odd thoughts, and she closed her eyes to block out the sight of his heavy balls swinging and swaying just above her face.
Men only seemed to think about one thing. They weren't really concerned with a girl's feelings. Today she'd poured out her thoughts to Tom-only to have him pull out his cock and force her to lick his balls. All her confusion, her nervousness didn't matter to him. Only her mouth, her tits, her cunt and ass seemed important.
But she had to admit one thing. The sex seemed to have a beneficial effect on her. As much as she worried and felt guilty about what she did, most of the time she felt better for it. The other morning in Don's apartment, she'd felt so calm, so confident, so adult after the exciting cock-sucking. The ass-fuck had thrown her back into confusion for a while, but maybe it needn't have.
Maybe she should just stop worrying, period. Like Tom said, why should her private life have anything to do with her abilities as a teacher? She could act like a slut all she wanted behind closed doors. It didn't mean she was an irresponsible teacher. If anything, in fact, it might make her a better teacher. Her professional life might benefit if she had a more fulfilling sex life.
Tom began to jerk suddenly. He was fucking his cock violently in and out of her mouth, sawing it through the soft circle of her lips. Now he seemed to be nearing his climax. His balls smacked even more harshly against her nose. She could feel his cockhead fucking far down into her throat.
He had reached down at one point and forced her exercise outfit down off her tits so that he could fondle them. His hands mauled the lush tit flesh and pressed and poked the stiff brown nipples. From the way his fingers pawed her tits, she knew he was close to the edge. She glared up into the hairy crack of his ass and waited.
And almost at once it happened There was a huge tremor up the length of his cock and the sound of a wet explosion deep in her throat. She felt a huge streamer of spunk shoot straight down her gullet. She gulped deeply, swallowed down the creamy cum. She tried to breathe normally through her nose.
"Sweet Christ! Suck it all down! Oh fuck!" he moaned. And as he buried his cock again another giant rope of jizz spurted far down her throat. -
Darcy tried to remain calm. She thought back to how she'd acted when Don had blasted off in her mouth. She gulped and snorted, and sucked down as much as she could of his steaming hot cock cream. His fuck-strokes for the time being were just as fast, just as strong as ever. He pistoned back and forth, fucking his cock deep.
At one point he spurted while his prick was on her tongue, and her mouth filled up quickly with a great thick mess of cum. She tried to swallow, but his prick lunged forward and blocked off her gullet. The jizz poured from her lips in streams that ran back up her face like reverse tear-trails.
"Suck it all down! Oh, fuck! Sweet Christ!" he yelled.
And once again his cock exploded in her mouth. He stared down at her, his eyes glazed. And as he watched he was amazed to see bubbles of white pop and snap from her nostrils. She was snorting cum, blowing cock snot from her nose.
His prick slipped from her lips and bumped up and down her face as he continued humping without let-up. He cradled her head in his hands and supported her while his cock angled this way and that over her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. A giant spiral of jizz looped out and splattered around her left tit. The silver ribbon circled her nipple like a half-moon.
"Eat it! Eat my cum!" he croaked, watching his jizz ooze from between Her gaping lips. And his cock twitched one last time, spurting out a streamer of cum that ran from her chin and neck into her cleavage. The milky spunk glittered brightly on her brown skin.
He was slowing down, scraping his prick more and more gently over her face. Fat strings of cum dripped from his cocktip and splotched her cheeks, her nose. His balls seemed to have loosened in their leathery sac. They tapped gently against her forehead.
"So how about it? See you Friday?" he mumbled. He was still gently humping her face, but he spoke as if nothing unusual had happened. He smiled down at her cum-splattered face.