Chapter 8
Darcy told herself that she'd never go off with Tom Buckley on some crazy basketball trip. It would be way too risky. What if the other teachers were to find out? What if the principal heard about it? She didn't even like basketball, and her feelings for Tom were less than friendly much of the time. What did she have to gain by going on some stupid trip with him?
Besides, Kyle Thomas was a member of the basketball team. He was one of Buckley's star players, in fact. And that would be just one more embarrassing situation to deal with. How would she react around him? How could she face that boy after what had happened between them in his car? She would be crazy to go along. The trip would be a disaster, she was sure.
Yet on the Friday in question she found herself signing into a quiet motel with Buckley and the team. And what was more, she found herself thrilled at what the night after the game might have in store. She couldn't explain why she had come. It didn't make any sense to her. Whenever questions entered her head, she forced them away. She was determined to enjoy herself, against all odds.
And it was refreshing, in a way, to be in a different town for a while. While Buckley and the team held a late-afternoon practice, she shopped in a pleasant little mall close by the motel. And then Buckley treated her to an early dinner in an expensive local restaurant. She even enjoyed the game, which surprised her. She found herself cheering wildly as Kyle Thomas sank a winning basket with less than five seconds to go.
Darcy was the first back to the motel, and she waited patiently for Tom in the room they were to share. She had mixed feelings about spending the night with him. She found herself thinking just as much about Don Ribgy, in fact. But she was determined to enjoy herself. She made up her face all over again and put on a sexy robe over her lace under things. A gentle thrill vibrated through her pussy.
When a key turned in the lock of the door, she felt herself grow suddenly more excited. She stood up by the foot of the bed, opened up her robe, and let one slender leg hook out into the open. She ran her tongue around her mouth and made her red lips glisten. Her lovely blonde hair was fluffed out around her face.
But it wasn't Tom Buckley. Instead, Kyle Thomas stood in the doorway, grinning at her. He let the door close behind him and his eyes fell hungrily down her body, taking in every inch of her. He stepped forward, tossed the key onto the dresser. His hair was still slick and wet from his shower.
"Well, look at this. You sure are ready for the coach, aren't you?" he grinned. "What are you wearing? Sweet Jesus Christ, you look like you're right out of a porno movie!"
Darcy stepped back and pulled her robe around her, suddenly aware of what she was showing him. All she wore under the robe was a black garter belt and matching sheer stockings. She'd bought them especially for the occasion, but now she felt more embarrassed than sexy in them. She hadn't worn the get-up for this young punk.
"How did you get the key for this room? What are you doing here?" she demanded. It was hard to sound like a teacher when she was dressed in nothing but a robe and sexy underwear. She placed one hand on her hip and tried her best to look full of authority. The robe fell open again and one big tit lolled into view.
He could also see a black elastic garter snaking down one thigh, and half of her tufted blonde pussy. He felt his cock lurch in his pants and he took another step toward her. She was backed up against the bed now and could go no farther. Her eyes were wide and blue and flashing.
"Does Mr. Buckley know about this? You'll be in big trouble when he finds out," she fumed. She glared at him with her wild eyes, and her wet mouth glistened.
"Fuck, what a sight you are," Kyle said, as if he hadn't heard a word. "I've never seen anyone dressed up like a real whore before. Not outside of jerk-off magazines or porn movies, that is. Fuck, what a cock-teasing sight you are."
He was right in front of her now, and he reached up to pull her robe off both shoulders. She clutched it around her belly, tried to keep herself covered. But both tits were soon visible damn near to the nipples. She glared at the youth, and her nostrils flared prettily with excitement. She should be yelling and screaming at him, she realized. But she couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
"What a sexy slut you are. What a fucking cock-teasing sexy slut," he said. "A guy could cream his jeans just looking at you. You're some hot cock-teaser."
His hands fell from the top of her robe now and left it draped down past her shoulders. Her arms supported her tits, kept the robe closed tightly beneath them. His fingers teased down over her belly, skimmed quickly through the fluffy blonde curls of her pussy hair. She felt his fingertip trace down the moist crack of her cunt.
Darcy was trying to say something but the words wouldn't come. His finger on her cunt was so gentle, so lovely. She felt something dissolve inside her, like the untying of a knot.
"Forget Mr. Buckley. He's busy for a while. It's just you and me, baby. Your cunt, your tits, and my big hard cock. Relax and enjoy." His fingers kept tracing up and down without actually poking inside her cunt slit. He was being very patient with her.
She felt herself grow weak in the knees, and she wanted to fall back on the bed, spread her legs wide, have him shove his finger, his cock, anything up her wet cunt. She blushed at the thought. She tried to scrunch her face into a frown of disapproval. Her mouth opened, but she still couldn't speak.
He had one hand in back of her and was supporting her while he played with her cunt with the other. He could feel how moist her pussy was. A thick, syrupy juice was oozing from between her cuntlips and wetting his fingers. Gently, he pried the pulpy cuntlips apart and fucked one long finger inside her. She sighed deeply and her head rolled back.
"See how nice it feels? Relax. No use trying to act like a teacher with me. I've fucked you already, remember?" His voice was soothing and gentle.
Around and around he rolled his fingers inside her, cranking the lips of her pussy wider and wider. She was beginning to sag, and her thighs spread automatically, giving him more room. The cunt juice was really pouring out of her now. It was warm and sticky and thick. He felt a trickle of cunt juice begin to run down his wrist.
"You 'ready to let me see this sexy outfit now?" he soothed.
And very gently he lowered her back onto the bed. There was no resistance in her now. She was passive, like some lovely life-sized doll. Her arms let go the front of her robe and it fell wide open. Her big tits wobbled back on her chest.
He pulled his finger from her cunt and set about hauling the robe off her. She remained quite passive, let him do as he liked. She lay flat on her back on the bed with her calves hanging over the foot of it. The black garters stretched tautly from her belt to the tops of her black stockings.
"What a sight. What a sexy fucking sight," he murmured, tossing her robe to one side.
He stared down at her naked wobbling tits, at her flat golden belly and the tight black strap of her garter belt stretching across it. He glared at her blonde cunt hair bristling up between the black elastic strips of her suspenders, and at the sheer black stockings hugging her slender thighs.
Then he was standing up, peeling off his shirt and shoving down his pants. He kicked off his sneakers, forced down his shorts, and then he was leaning down over her, completely naked, his cock swaying and bouncing between his legs. She stared at his prick through droopy eyelids, surprised all over again at the size and bulk of his fucker.
"Are you ... are you going to fuck me?" she whispered, glancing up into his face and then back down at his swaying cock. All the protest was gone from her voice. She sounded like a little girl again. "What do you think?" he hissed. And he was grabbing her, shoving her farther up the bed so that her legs were no longer hooked over the edge. Her tits wobbled prettily beneath him.
His cock was so big, and she found herself wanting to raise her ass, to impale herself on the boy's giant prick. She was about to do this when she felt his fat cockhead graze through her cunt hair. He was leaning down over her with his arms on either side, as if about to do push-ups. Her fingers encircled his elbows and she gazed into his eyes, all readiness.
"You'll have to hurry. What if Mr. Buckley comes back?" she purred. Her eyes were all wide and innocent, as if she were a very young girl scared of being caught by her mother.
"Forget the coach, I tell you," he soothed. And he concentrated on circling his stiff cock about, poking the cockhead over her belly and through her bristling cunt hair. He seemed in ho hurry at all to fuck her.
She began to raise her ass at last, and she moved her crotch about, trying to fuck her cunt onto his giant prick. She felt the thick cockshaft rolling about on her belly and through her pussy hair, but she couldn't get it inside her. He kept moving with her, teasing her, keeping his hard-on just out of reach of her sucking cunthole.
"Please ..." she moaned. "Don't tease me. I need your cock. Fuck me now. Shove your big cock up my cunt and fuck me raw!"
He grinned down at her, reached down to take his cock in one hand. He steered it about on her belly some more, folded down long curls of blonde pussy hair with the domed cock meat. She raised her ass some more, so that there was a deep and sexy arch in her back. But still she couldn't get his thick prick inside her cunt. She began to whisper like a spoiled little girl.
"Fuck me now. Please don't tease me. I need your cock so bad. Shove it inside me. Fill me with cock. Please!"
He grinned at her some more, scraped his cock this way and that on her belly and pussy mound. And then at last he took pity on her. He tilted his cock down, nudged the swollen prickhead between the damp slabs of her cuntlips. He eased it up and down quickly, then pressed forward. His prick began to fuck into her.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, gripping his arms all the tighter. Her voice sounded shocked, as if she were being violated by a baseball bat or something.
"You like that? You like a thick cock up your cunt?" he said with a leer.
She had sunk back down onto the bed now, and he could feel every inch of his swollen cock in her cunt. Her pussy seemed flooded with fuck-juice and it was almost as if his'cock were being sucked inside by a hungry wet mouth.
"Yes! Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" she gasped. And her eyes were closed now and she was biting her lower lip. Her big tits wobbled on her chest, their nipples two thick brown stubs of flesh that jutted up.
Inch after inch of swollen prick fucked into her, till his crotch hair mingled with hers and he was fucked in to the balls. At once he began a gentle pumping in and out, fucking his cock back and forth like a piston. Wet, squelchy sounds rose up from their meshed sex parts. It was an obscene noise, like cream being sucked.
"So deep! Oh your cock goes so deep!" she purred. And now she was gazing up at him through lust-droopy eyes. There was a look of such gratitude on her face, as if he'd given her the most wonderful gift in the world.
He didn't answer. He was speeding up his movements, fucking her with faster and faster strokes. And the obscene sucking sounds grew louder and wetter. In and out of his thick prick fucked, sliding out so far only its gross purple head was locked between her cuntlips, then fucking in till nothing was clear but his balls.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" she pleaded. She scissored her legs up on either side of him, then wrapped them tightly over his back and ass. She drew his prick as deep as she could inside her, felt his bloated cockhead deep in her belly somewhere.
And then he went into overdrive, pumping his ass up and down till it was no more than a pale blur. Her belly quivered and shook beneath him, and her big tits shimmied about. She closed her eyes again, lost in a sweet feeling that was growing by the second. She felt bloated, clogged with cock. And she knew it would not be long before she was climaxing.
"Sweet little cock-teaser!" he grunted. "What a hot, sleazy little cock-teasing slut!"
Kyle was fucking her crazily now, driving his cock in and out like a man possessed. He grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed the lush tit flesh, kneaded it like dough. The nipples burned his fingers. Again and again his balls smacked into the crook of her thighs. There was a tremor up the entire length of his prick.
"Cumming! Cumming inside your hot sucking cunt," he announced. "Feel it? Feel it spurt!"
Almost at once, Darcy did feel a tremendous spurting inside her pussy, and she gazed up into his face in surprise. So soon? He was cumming inside her so soon? She didn't want this to end. She wanted the fucking to go on and on and on. She wanted him to fuck her till she couldn't stand up. Why was he cumming so soon? What was the matter with this boy?
The first huge spurt of cum subsided, and for a minute she thought she was mistaken. But then there was another giant tremor along the length of his cock, and a second monster wad of spunk burst free inside her. There was no mistake. He was cumming, spurting jizz up her cunt like water from a hose. She squeezed her cunt around his cock, milked his balls with her pussy.
"Hot bitch! Hot, cock-teasing slut!" he groaned. And another thick swirl of cum shot off up her cunt. The lewd squelching sounds between her legs were really loud now.
In and out he fucked, keeping up the wild crazy tempo and spurting out knot after knot of steaming hot spunk up her cunt. She gazed up at him hopelessly, trying to force herself into her climax but knowing she wouldn't get there in time. Before she came, he would be pulling his cock out of her. She would be left horny and unfulfilled, her pussy full of his jizz.
She felt another hot spurt of cum inside her. And another. And then that seemed to be all. He fucked her just as wildly as ever for maybe another forty seconds. And then he was definitely slowing down, fucking his prick in and out of her cunt with more and more relaxed strokes. With a sad little sigh, she felt her climax slipping away. She'd been so close. Another two or three minutes would have done it.
"Hot cunt! Hot, sleazy bitch!" he grunted.
He still held himself up off her body, supported on his hands. His push-ups became slower and more labored. At last, he fell forward on top of her, squishing her tits beneath him. His cock oozed out a thick slime into her cunt.
"Can you do it again? Can you fuck me some more?" she asked softly, knowing pretty well that it was hopeless.
Already, she was thinking ahead. Tom us would hare to get back soon. Surely he would want to fuck her. Maybe she'd have time to shower, to clean the cum from her oozing cunt. He needn't know that she'd let Kyle Thomas fuck her.
The youth didn't answer her. He lay atop her heavily, his breathing slowly coming back to normal. She could feel his big cock growing limp inside her pussy. For a moment, she thought he'd fallen asleep. But then he stirred. His head lifted and he was gazing dazedly into her eyes. There was a crooked grin on his face, and he looked like a mischievous boy who was about to do something shocking.
"You want to fuck some more? You want more cock?" he asked. "I knew you would. We all knew you would. Good thing there's plenty available."
He lifted off her slowly, as if every bone in his body was aching. His limp cock slopped from her cunt and drooled a stream of cum across her crotch hair and belly. Then he was stepping toward the door, opening it, poking his head out to speak to someone down the. hall. There was a slight pause while he stood behind the door, grinning at her. Then he was opening the door wide.
To Darcy's amazement, Rob Sims, the center for the basketball team, stepped into the room. He was followed by Terry Hodge, one of the guards, and Nick Stevens, a forward.
Bringing up the rear was Tom Buckley, a sly smile on his lips. "Not all the guys could make it," he said. "Some of them had dates."