Message-ID: <5157eli$9710251348@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Will Capehart Brown Subject: sweet darcy.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: LIBERTYES@prodigy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34521547.1661@prodigy.net> Sweet Darcy Darcy had never been followed like that before and it had the effect of making her feel both frightened and excited at the same time. He was a big man with heavy dark good looks and anxious eyes. His large shoulders drooped, giving him a raw sexy look. Darcy was looking at the Art Show paintings which were so bad that all she could do was look at each one for a moment and then make her way slowly towards the next. The man was following as she self-consciously went along the gallery wall from painting to painting. He was so close to her that she felt his energy like a scalding hot river behind her. His body towered over her and leaned into her. She found it hard to keep staring at the paintings. Did she feel panic because he might be interested in her or because he might not be? She became confused and and tried to keep a meditative look on her face. In this picture the paint had been laid thinly on the canvas, and she couldn't help but think that if only the artist had used more paint she might at least be able to study texture. The stranger put a hand out and gently placed it on her shoulder. It surprised her because it was a small fine hand with delicate fingers. "'Let's get some wine,"' he said in a deep, confident voice. Too embarrassed to look at his face, she turned and stared at his black leather jacket. She was grateful for the diversion and for the chance to drink, so she followed him to the bar. she noticed that his feet were also quite small compared to the size of his body, and she found both his feet and hands very attractive. They took their wine out on a little balcony and sat down on a plastic bench. She was careful not to sit too close to him. She was aware that the dress she wore was ridiculous in this setting. She had dressed herself up almost like a whore on purpose that evening to get her husband to notice her, which he did not. The man said his name was Todd, and he waited with his eyes on heaving breasts for her to tell her name. "'I'm Nina," She lied. Darcy was not a name for this game. '"I like that name," he said in his low voice. "It suits you." ""Thank you." She looked up at his face and saw him studying her with a sort of rapture that made him even more attractive. "I am an artist,"' he said, softly leaning his head close to hers. "'I'd like to show you my work sometime soon." "'Oh," She said. "'I'd also like to fuck you," he added. She held her glass to her lips and did not answer. She could feel the blood rushing, to her face. "I do water colors," he added. she stood up to leave, filled with a strange terror at what he was suggesting. "'I'm here with a friend," Darcy said weakly. "'Don't go," he said. "I have to," she said. He sighed quite loudly and looked frankly at her. It was the look a hungry man might give a juicy steak. Darcy enjoyed being lusted after. She looked briefly at his thighs which were straining his pants and imagined what they would be like to touch. Did he have a hardon or was she imagining it? But shook her head and murmered, "I must go." He followed her back into the gallery where she started looking for friends. When she turned around Todd was right behind her, standing back but close enough to touch. He did have a hardon. She went to the entrance to get her coat. Todd followed right behind her. "My studio is real close," he said. She smiled but shook her head. He was looking at her with such frank sexual interest that she buttoned her coat all the way up to her neck. His hardon jumped in his pants. He came so close she could see the gold flecks in his eyes. He pinned her to the wall with his arms. "Why, not?" He asked. Was his desire contagious? She felt herself get warm, felt a temptation to ignore the band on her finger and pay attention to the intemperate stirrings of her nature. A stirring began in her loins and could not be ignored. She knew her panties were getting wet. But torn between the possibility of pleasure and her duty she merely trembled in her coat. She couldn't look him in the face, and quickly broke away without speaking and got out the door and walked fast down the block. It was a cold night. 'Where are you going?" She turned around and there he was. "Home," She called out over her shoulder. She kept walking, and rushed into the first open shop she saw and hid herself among all the gewgaws and colorful junk. The store smelled of sandalwood andpaint. She looked at herself in one of the small plastic mirrors for sale and saw that all the makeup she had put on that evening was still there. Her eyes looked pale and sleepy but her mouth was wonderfully red and moist. Fire was between her legs. He came up silently behind her and she felt his breath on her ear. Her pussy was a live thing. "Let' s go," he said. She turned and he was smiling wistfully. His delicate hands were hidden in his pockets. "Oh...." She wanted to say so much but only "Oh" came out. She wanted to say that she didn't do that sort of thing, that she was not the pick-up type of woman, when it dawned on her that while Darcy didn't go off with strange men it was just the thing that Nina might get into. Especially if her cunt was burning. They walked out of the shop together. In the street he put his arm around her and held her close. He was so much taller thanDarcy. Her face touched the leather of his jacket and hair was below his chin. They walked like this without speaking. Once he pulled her into a dark doorway and held her face up and kissed her, sticking his tongue deep into her mouth. He rubbed her clitoris through her dress and panties. They continued their walk to his place, silently vibrating with expectation. His studio was small and poorly furnished, but there were paintings everywhere so that when he turned on the light she was startled. The watercolors were all of nude women, very large and realistic. The colors were brilliant and overlaid in a way that made the flesh seem to glow. All the nudes were postured so that their sex was pushed forward and each wore a scarf at her neck. Todd took Darcy's coat and hung it up. He came back with a black scarf for her to twine around her neck. "Put it on," he said. Todd put his arms around her and kissed her, reaching behind and squeezing her ass with his hand. He moved his hand under her panties and ran his finger down the crack of her ass. She was sucking on his tongue and letting her mouth go slack and wet. Her pussy was also very wet. He pushed his tongue to the back of her throat, then pulled away and told her to take off her clothes. She removed the scarf first and put it on a table while he dimmed the lights and took off his jacket and shoes. There was a large futon on the floor with thick green and cream pillows. Next to the futon was a large brass candle holder with a large yellow candle. He lit the candle and the room was filled with a soft smoky light. In this light his eyes seemed black and as shiny as olives. Darcy took off her dress and bra, then pulled off her panties and fluffed up her pubic hair with her fingers. "Come here," he said from the middle of the room. She padded over the worn carpet in her bare feet. He took a pot of red gloss and rubbed it on her nipples until they stood hard and erect. Then he put some of the gloss between her legs. She was very wet but his cool fingers with the sticky, sweet-smelling color made her all the wetter. Slowly, he licked his fingers, then put them in her mouth. He was still wearing a soft cotton shirt and loose pants. The shirt felt good next to her skin. As she kissed his mouth, her hands fumbled to unbutton it but he pushed her down with both hands until she was on her knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and took out his thick cock, nestled in a mass of brown curls and already swollen. A drop of precum glistened on the tip of it. "Suck me," he said. He kept one hand on her shoulder while he guided his cock into her mouth with the other. She knelt in front of him and with her eyes closed, licked and sucked, making his cock grow thicker and bigger. It tasted like him, with a strong musky scent. Darcy was getting hot, really turned on. Her motor was running vey fast now. She took his cock out of her mouth for a moment and caressed her breasts with it. Todd was breathing heavily. He placed his cock in her mouth again, grabbing the back of her head and pushing his cock deep into her mouth. She gagged and tears came to her eyes. He pulled his pants down completely. His thighs were magnificent, huge, golden tan and as hard as rock, as was his cock. She ran her hands over his thighs and kissed them in turn and then kissed the broad tip of his cock and his balls. She sucked him some more. This time he let her do it in her own fashion, holding one hand on his member and licking the head and stem, then closing her mouth over the whole thing, taking in seven inches, letting her spit make it smooth and wet so that it pushed into her mouth easily and sweetly. Todd was moaning, his head thrown back. "Oh, Nina. Oh, Nina!" Darcy relished his cock. While she was sucking on it she took his balls gently in her hand and played with them, resting her cheek against his hard thigh. She massaged her clit. "Oh now, baby, we must," he said thickly. 'We must lie down, baby, or I'll shoot it right now into your pretty mouth ... oh."' His cock was jumping and jerking. Darcy let his cock out of her warm mouth and it stuck straight up, brown curls now moist around it. On the red flower of his prick was a drop of clear liquid that stood there like a tear. Outside she could hear a soft rain begin to fall. It hit the windows, making the sound of fingernails tapping glass. He helped her to her feet and gazed into her face, his fingers grazing her cheek as he held her. She looked at his face but now it was closed to her, his eyes half shut, the full lips partly open in a rather cruel way. When he pulled her to him she could feel his prick prod against her navel. Darcy wanted to say something special, but all that came out were little mewing noises. "You really want it, don't you?" he said with great satisfaction. "'I can tell by the way you sucked me that you want it."' Even saying ""yes"' to this would have broken the spell, so Darcy continued making tiny soft noises that seemed to come up from her belly. Her hands moved on his hard large body which she found so beautiful. She licked one of his brown nipples. He led her over to the bed. Above the low futon was a picture that dazzled her. It was a large nude about four feet long, and the reclining woman looked as though she had just been fucked. Her cunt had that wet, hot look. She looked a lot like Darcy. Darcy touched one of her breasts and almost reached out to touch one of those of the woman in the painting. Todd noticed her gesture but did not comment on the picture. He seemed to enjoy watching her look at it. Indeed, the woman who was lying on her side had brown eyes shaped similarly to hers with heavy lids. Her mouth looked quite like Darcy's; however, her nose was longer and narrower and the hair, partly covered by a veiled riding cap, was strawberry blonde. Todd reached from behind and put his arms around her, caressing her as she looked at the picture-. There was an expression in the woman's eyes that made her long for a mirror to see if her eyes were capable of such lascivious abandon. Suddenly she was lowered onto the futon. Todd crouched down beside her whispering, "Nina." The name itself excited her. Nina the whore. She could smell him and could still taste him in her mouth. Now he was spreading her legs open on the bed and kissing her inner thighs. His tongue was thick and wet; when he started licking her pussy she felt for her own breasts and squeezed them. Although modest by nature, she found herself opening her legs wide and thrusting her cunt into his face. His tongue lingered on her clit and he licked at it until it felt so swollen and hot that she pulled him on top of her. He moved up her body, licking her navel and her nipples, then plunged his tongue into her mouth where she could taste herself. Darcy pulled on his curly dark hair and kissed his face and neck all over while he began to fuck her, placing just the stubby tip of his cock inside, and then taking it out. Her pussy gaped open to receive him. As her hips moved to meet his, he rammed his big cock hard into her. She grabbed the scarf, clinching it tightand groaned. gasped and moaned, a mare in heat. A wild mare in need. He came inside her. Her pussy felt every cataclysmic move. He stayed inside while She screamed, convulsed and creamed, and clawed at his broad tan back. Together they lay on the bed, not speaking. She was looking at all the pictures in the room, dreamily expecting the women to step down from their frames and stand around the low bed, all smiles and warm flesh, rosy with pleasure. "He fucked us, too." ""Nina, let me take your picture!" He jumped up and got a Polaroid which he aimed at her as she lay there. After a few shots, he asked her to stand and put the scarf on. She looked at the scarf and said that she would only put it on if he'd let her keep it. "In memory?"' he asked. She nodded. He put the scarf around her neck and took his pictures. She posed for him, realizing now why all his models thrust their cunts out like that...his cock was hard again! Cum on her pussy was plainly visible in several of the polaroid shots. This time, with the polaroids spread around them, he took her from behind, cupping her tits with his hands and biting hard into her neck. On the floor were the color shots of her. He was so big that he covered her entirely. She placed one of his hands between her legs and he massaged her clit until she came; then, taking his cock out of her pussy he put it into her mouth, caressing his hard balls until he groaned and shot the thickest, most salty juice down her throat. She swallowed. Maybe her husband will notice her now. Look dear, I'm just fresh-fucked by a stranger. It was late when she got home, and she was surprised to find her husband waiting up for her in the living room. He looked her over carefully, taking in the scarf shewore proudly around her neck. "'How was that art show, Darcy?"" Wonderful," she answered as she looked at at reflection in the hall mirror. Her makeup was for the most part gone but her face was glowing and her eyes looked more intense, like they had the shadow of secrets in them. Hubby put his book down and drummed his fingers together. 'Where did you get that scarf?" "It's a long story,"' Darcy said. She took it carefully off and admired it in her hand. 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