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Darcy 3 (inc-fath dau, oral, force)
Chapter Three - Excursions
By ShadowCleric (thefierypen@yahoo.com or http://www.asstr.org/~shadowcleric)
Darcy and I'd been 'seeing' each other for a few weeks now. We'd get hot
and
heavy, but one of us would call it off before it got too intense. She was
intent on keeping her virginity for as long as possible, matter how badly
I
wanted her cherry.
She'd made extensive use of my computer ordering clothes and makeup and
whatever paraphernalia she wanted. I'd get the packages then hand them over
to
her. Lately she'd been ordering items with specific instructions for me not
to
open them, with only the promise of "it's a surprise." At any rate it was
slowly driving me wild.
Darcy made a habit of dropping by my place for "class" as she put it every
day
around 10am. We'd talk and touch and watch pornos until around 4 when she'd
head home before her folks got back. Today she dropped by a little late,
around
11:30.
"Sorry, had to do some sprucing up around the place before coming over. I
can't
have the bitch queen suspecting us." She leaned into me and kissed me deeply.
I
responded by pinning her up against the wall and feeling up her white tank
top
and grinding my hips into her cut-off jeans. She kicked off her tennis shoes
and wrapped her legs around me, Darcy's barefeet rubbing the backs of thighs.
She wasn't wearing a bra and her large nipples were evident through her thin
shirt. I lifted up her shirt to suck upon one monstrous tit then the other.
"Oh Lance," she groaned, "Maybe I'm not sorry I kept you waiting."
"I just wish you didn't have to leave everyday."
"Me either love, me either."
I broke contact to pull her to the couch, but she resisted.
"Something wrong?"
"Well, I just thought maybe we'd go out."
"Out?" I thought this was a bad idea. I was nearly twice her age and it
probably wouldn't look too proper. "Are you sure Darcy? I mean what if someone
says something?"
"Well lately I haven't been feeling secure about us, all secret. I just want
to
go out to lunch for a bit and maybe shopping, just to legitimize us as a
couple."
I thought on what she said. I could see her point. She was young and needed
a
little more than a grope and squeeze to constitute a relationship. She had
given so much to me emotionally, it was time I reciprocated.
"all right," I acquiesced. "Where would you like to go?"
She giggled with glee. "Let me change and we'll go to Roberto's"
"Rober..." she ran out the door before I could finish my sentence. Roberto's
was a nice Italian place common for business meetings and such. I headed
upstairs to change myself. After showering, I grabbed a purple microfiber
shirt
and black pants. I was putting on my tie when the doorbell rang. The woman
standing at the door was a stranger at first glance, but after I moment I
realized it was Darcy. She had on a smart navy blue skirt with matching coat.
Underneath she had on a white silk blouse with white hose and high-heals.
Her
hair was drawn up in bun, finishing off the effect that she was at least
28
years old.
"Wow? Are you sure you're sixteen?"
"Yep. Ready?"
"You bet!" I felt emboldened that she looked so old. one would think twice!
We
hopped in the car and headed out. Darcy smiled the whole way there and, I
must
confess, so was I. We got there and headed in.
"Reservation for Darcy O'Donnell and client?"
Reservation? Client? She was really playing this up, but I let her have her
fun.
"This way Ms. O'Donnell." the waitress said.
As we walked back I noticed Darcy carrying a notepad, playing the business
woman part to the hilt.
"Will this be satisfactory?"
The waitress had shown us to a table way in the back, away from the main
traffic. It was a booth that was shielded from most passers-by.
"Perfect, thank you."
We sat and opened are menus.
"Well Ms. O'Donnell, what did you want to discuss?"
She giggled, proud of herself and the ruse she'd perpetrated. "Isn't this
cool?"
I smiled at her. She was smart and resourceful. And damn sexy. She scooted
over
to me and pulled out her notepad. She scribbled something and passed the
pad
over to me.
I'm not wearing any underwear. She wrote.
I wrote back: You are such a sexy little slut.
Touch my pussy you animal
I reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist and ran my fingers
up
her legs. Her stockings only went up to her thighs and ended in lacy tops.
I
pulled her legs apart slightly and pressed my fingers into her virgin lips.
She
moaned softly.
With shaky hands she managed to write: Finger fuck my pussy. Make me soak
this
seat.
I pulled her lips further apart, grasping her clit with my index and middle
fingers. I beat her up and down feeling ass cheeks flex and release faster
and
faster, an orgasm quickly on its way.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...she scribbled over and over.
Finally she clenched and stifled a scream, biting down on her lip. Her eyes
rolled back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. After
a
few minutes she came back to earth, just in time for the waitress to come
take
our order.
"I'm starved!" she said, barely controlling her grin.
We ordered and ate, alternatively slipping nasty notes to each other. When
we'd
finished, she wrote: Now, for dessert.
She dropped her pen on the floor, pulled the floor-length tablecloth up and
slipped under. sooner had the cloth hit the floor than I felt her hands at
my
thighs, then my crotch, finally at my zipper. I was engorged from our note
writing, visions of my young virgin teenager arousing primal needs within
me.
She made quick work of getting my member out and then plunging it down her
hot
wet throat. I gripped her head with one hand, guiding up and down my shaft.
Darcy had become quite adept at oral sexy claiming that she loved giving
head
as much as I loved getting blown. I doubted it, but her eagerness always
excited me.
Suddenly the waitress appeared. She reached for Darcy's plate. "Is the lady
done?"
"Yes, but I'm not," I replied, hiding a smile. I could almost feel Darcy
smiling around my cock. After the waitress left I whispered "She's gone."
With
that she renewed her work, sucking and pumping harder than ever. Soon my
balls
tightened and fired a white-hot load into Darcy's belly. The horny little
teen
kept sucking until I had nothing left to give her. Finally she came out smiling
wickedly.
"I thought for sure she'd catch us. That was so close."
"Don't worry. Even if she did see you, she probably thought you were closing
the deal."
Darcy snickered. "So did I get the sale?"
"Oh yeah, you can deliver your products to me anytime."
[continued in darcy4.txt]
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