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Darcy

By: Jonesinforsugar



Darcy hurried across the square; she was already late and did not want to ponder what might happen if she arrived home even later. Sam’s voice on the phone earlier repeated in her mind.

“Don’t be late, Darcy,” he warned. “I have a surprise for you and it won’t wait.” Darcy shivered thinking of past times Sam had warned her and she had disobeyed. Her nipples tightened with memory. The surprise was inconsequential; Darcy hardly gave it a thought as she hurried her thoughts mainly on Sam’s reaction to her lateness.

She was rounding a corner by the now quiet and deserted theater building that specialized in cheap children’s matinees. The corner of the brick building was softened by overgrown hedges that grew nearly six feet tall in places. Darcy was thinking of the time she had “accidentally” burnt supper, when she was suddenly grabbed and dragged into the bushes.

Gloved hands made short, rough work of gagging and blindfolding her and she found herself pressed back to front with a man. She knew it was a man, there was no mistaking the hard cock bound by his jeans against her thin skirt-clad ass. Darcy’s head swam as the implications of that erection and her blindness caught up with her. 

Fear tripped her heart as her hands were bound in front of her and hooked to the wall by a hook she was sure no one knew was there. No one but this man.

He was still behind her and Darcy tried to swallow her fear. There was no action to take, she was tied and bound, the streets, while bustling during the day in the commercial district, were deserted this time of night.

She tried to press herself against the wall; hard brick met her things as the hands covered in smooth leather reached around and slowly unbuttoned her shirt freeing her full breasts. The chill air hit them, pebbling her nipples. Darcy held her breath as the hands moved to cup her breasts. Something pricked at Darcy’s mind, a familiarity, but the cool glide of the leather over her distended nipples caused her to suck in her breath.

The hands and the man seemed gentle but firm. She knew what he wanted and she nearly screamed in frustration as her body, so recently aroused by thoughts of Sam at home waiting for her, began to respond. The adrenaline pumping through her veins took on a different path and despite her fear, Darcy felt her breasts swell with desire and her cunt begin to get wet.

The gloves caressed her breasts then drifted low to pull her hips back against the man. Darcy fought to not press against the fullness of his cock, but her body betrayed her. She could feel her body respond and she pulled against her bonds.

She was no longer afraid of the man. She was more afraid of herself. She was afraid she would actually like the sexual assault that was sure to get more invasive. 

A moan caught in her throat as the man’s mouth sucked gently at her neck then bit her. He was dragging her skirt up her legs; the feel of the fabric against her chilled skin was heightened and sensual in her blind captivity. Then there was a hand in the melting hotness of her pussy that was needy and waiting. A bare hand, no glove. One arm angled across her, anchoring her to the solid body behind her and the hand opened her. One long finger entered her, swift and sure.

Darcy’s cry was muffled by the gag. She drew a deep breath, catching a familiar sent on the air. The smell of spices and soap, but then it was gone and the fingers were making her pant with longing. Need for that rock hard cock pressed against her now bare ass. The man took his time, teased her, his fingers slipping over her hot, wet pussy with confidence. Bringing her just to the breaking point, and then subsiding. He did this twice, a third time, all the while his other hand caressed her breasts and his mouth and tongue worked her neck.

Darcy lost all thought of everything but cumming when he left her standing alone and panting on the brink for the fourth time. She growled in frustration when his hands left her and the solid warmth of his body was no longer pressed against her. All thoughts of fear and willingness were pressed aside. Darcy needed and wanted and freed her desires. Se surrendered control with a soft mewling sound.

Just as suddenly as he left the man was back, pressing her against the building. Darcy cried as rough brick met bare breasts, thighs and belly. Cried in pleasure as the gloved fingers worked their magic and this time, when he pressed against her, there were no clothing restrictions.

Darcy would have begged if she could, but she didn’t need to as the hard cock pushed into her fast, to the hilt.

She bit down on her gag, her jaws aching and pressed back against the cock inside her. Gloved hands gripped her hips as the thrusts began, hard and sure. She heard flesh hit flesh and silently urged him on.

He laughed and there was a ring to the muffled chuckle that pricked her ear, then he increased his pace until he was slamming into her faster and harder and Darcy’s mind blurred. Her breasts scrapped against the worn brick, but not enough to bring blood. Her legs were spread, toes barely touching the ground as each thrust brought her up and his fingers gripping her hips pulled her against him.

Darcy’s moans were barely muffled by the gag. She was close, so close when the blinding speed slowed to a deliberate, leisurely pace. His cock scraped back and forth across the hypersensitive flesh of her pussy, one, twice, three times. He paused, nearly completely out for a beat, then surged into her brutally.

Darcy screamed as her legs buckled and her body convulsed around his cock as waves of her orgasm hit her. Yet he thrust into her still and several more mini-orgasms tremored through her aching cunt before he grunted and hot cum filled her dripping pussy.

Darcy was half hanging by her hands, half leaning against the wall panting for breath when he slid from her. There was rustling as he re-zipped his pants. The tender fingers removed the gag and unhooked her bound hands. Darcy wilted against the wall dazed and exhausted as a hand lifted her hair and kissed her neck. Then he was gone.

Several minutes later, Darcy was slumped on the ground coming back to reality. She removed the blindfold and worked at her bonds. Then she stopped and collected herself. She had to get home, had to get back to Sam, had to make him believe something other than the truth. Darcy barely recognized that she didn’t feel any guilt or regret. She fixed her clothes and stepped out of the bushes.

Same was waiting for her when she let herself in. Candles were lit everywhere and Darcy was grateful for the dim light. She turned to put her purse on the table and Sam came up behind her. Darcy stiffened involuntarily, but relaxed as Sam’s familiar scent enveloped her. He pulled her back loosely to him and swept her hair aside and kissed her neck.

“You were late,” he said softly.

“I know, I…” Darcy stopped in mid-explanation, the kiss on her neck registering in her mind. Sam pressed her against her when he felt her go still. Pressed himself into her ass, pressed her against the table.

“Did you like my surprise, Darcy?” he asked in sweet tones as his lips caressed her ear.

Mute from shock, Darcy merely nodded.

“You didn’t know it was me, yet you still loved it, didn’t you?” He demanded “You loved the stranger’s cock didn’t you, Slut?!” he hissed softly. He turned her quickly, her shirt coming off in his hands. He kissed the raw spots on her breasts from the bricks. Her eyes were wide as she met his, her body thrilling to his touch, her mind rejoicing that the unknown, but so desired, had turned out to be Sam.

Darcy dropped her eyes meekly from his. “I am sorry, Sam.” She whispered.

He laughed, “Slut, I should punish you. But I won’t.” Sam raised her face up until she looked into his eyes. He kissed her lips gently. “I am so proud of you, darling.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. “You surrender so sweetly.” 

He stepped away, taking her hand and pulling her along to the bedroom. “Come along so that I may reward you for your perfect performance.” 

Darcy followed Sam into the candlelit bedroom silently, shedding her skirt and shoes along the way. Her exhaustion was forgotten in anticipation of her “reward”.

Darcy, Come Home & Find a Bride



CHAPTER 1

Darcy Farnsworth was tiring of world travel and seeking to be hired to do whatever when within sight of his last dollar, Euro, Rand or funny money if he were in one of the smaller nations.

Derrick -- or Darcy as everyone including his mom called him -- had left home three years after graduating to see how the other half lived. It was now 'been there, done that' and nothing to show for it and worrying that all the good babes at home would have been snapped up. Well, perhaps he'd find a guy. Oh yuck, it was time he was back home working at a real job and gaining experience in responsibility. His father emailed him once a month and always ended up saying it was time he was back home...blah, blah, blah. His mom emailed him weekly and was even more determined to make him feel homesick. This latest bid was a supreme effort.

Opening his mother's email again at the traveler's email booth at the railway station in northern Australia, Darcy felt tumultuously homesick, really giving in to it for the first time in three years. "Oh mom, I really love you," he wheezed, wiping away a tear that was attracting tropical flies of the worrying kind. Mom's email was a real tear-jerker:

'Darcy, come home and get married. Most of your friends have gotten married and your two sisters had weddings you failed to attend. Now babies are beginning to appear but sadly Louise and Dallas are not pregnant yet. My thinking is your wife would become pregnant as soon as you looked at her, or is that just me with my huge grandmother potential just being stupid? I thought I might try to become pregnant myself but your father told me to stop being ridiculous and get on with middle age. You and your father are so alike Darcy, so insensitive. Every night I dream of holding your child in my arms while I stroke her red hair and she looks at me through her freckles with her trusting blue eyes. Oh I can't stand time standing still like this. Come home and get married Darcy. Diane, xxxxx.'

Brushing away flies, Darcy looked at the younger females and the lonely-looking older women but that all looked away quickly, or didn't even look at him. Who could blame them? His greasy hair was over his collar, his clothes were worn and dirty and his teeth were yellow. An older man with pink cheeks and a mincing walk looked at him, staring very intensely. Darcy buried his face in front of the computer screen and replied to his mom's email:

'Mom. I'm near penniless on my way down to Brisbane to find work. Your email worries me. You sound soulless, in danger of losing your marbles. Top up my card, I'm coming home on your terms. US$3700 should do it.' 

Darcy looked at the screen in satisfaction. That ought to do it. She'd either top up his card with $4000, which meant he could buy new clothes and eat and sleep in style for a couple of nights or she could tell him to get fucked, not that she ever spoke to him like that. He pressed SEND, picked his yellow teeth and then went off to find a stack of pancakes.

Darcy qualified for the mile high club on the flight to LA. His Darcy hair was beautifully styled, his teeth polished back to white and his clothes were sharp. The aircraft wasn't full and after midnight a flight attendant found him awake and sat beside him to chat. They laughed, she was Australian and very cute. He put an arm around her and she attempted to pull away, but rather pathetically. A little later she led him away to a Business Class toilet and invited him to dock. Oh boy. It was almost the first time in three years he was up close and dangerous with a woman with white teeth, whose body perfume was expensive French and who spoke in an educated manner. If it hadn't been so damn uncomfortable doing it in the toilet he'd gladly fucked away the night.

Landing at O'Hare, Darcy prepared himself for the onslaught of kisses from his family, not his entire extended family. Christ he'd been away three years, hadn't he?

His mom met him.

Darcy buried his disappointment at not receiving the hero's return homecoming by kissing and hugging her that left his mom red-faced and panting. 

"That's enough darling, you're making me...? She stopped.

"Making you what?"

His mom knew not to reply to that so asked how was the flight.

Diane said his father was in Dallas at a medical conference and Louise and Dale were working and said they would see him tonight. "Darcy, I'd like you to meet Ruth."

A striking young redhead with absolutely no apparent curves stepped forward and said, "Hullo Derrick."

"Everyone calls me Darcy, and have done so since before I can remember."

"Well with me Derrick will be fine."

"Please yourself. Come on mom, let's go. Goodbye miss."

"Darcy, Sheryl is Reverent and Mrs King's oldest daughter. I have..."

"Don't say it mom. Grab my trolley Sheryl while I talk to mom on the way out. We'll give you a ride home."

Diane seemed confused but was quick enough to grab the back seat and tell Sheryl to sit up front. She said practically nothing on the way home, leaving Sheryl and Darcy to chat. After Sheryl had directed Darcy to where she lived, he said goodbye and that they must have coffee within the next month or so.

Sheryl seemed shell shocked as she stood on the pavement waving. Diane in the backseat had a similar look.

"Son, you never will get married if you treat women like that."

"Like what."

"Like a floor mop."

"Oh come off it mom, she's not my type. Even you ought to know she's a virgin."

"Darcy, don't be so disgusting."

"Since when have acknowledging virgins been disgusting?"

Diane snorted, "It's the implications I'm talking about. You have no idea whether or not Sheryl is sexually experienced and anyway it's no business of yours. I thought you would be attracted by her pleasant personality and great mind."

"Are you matchmaking mom?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Be quiet and drive safely."

It should have ended there but Darcy knew he'd have to squash this matchmaking role his mom before she thought she was gaining control. "Mom, if you are going to try to dump prospective brides on me I'm going to stay with Aunt Rosa."

"You are staying home with me and that's final," his mom said grimly. Her sexy younger sister was divorced and couldn't hold on to a man. She probably held a record for one-night dates in all of Chicago.

Darcy drove on, attempting to hide his grin.

Once inside the house Darcy hugged Diane again, thanking her for getting him home.

"You are my darling son."

"Mom, you have two daughters."

She repeated he was her darling, her youngest.

"Mom, you have to keep relaxed about my quest to find a bride. You may not interfere -- do you get that?"

Her grip on him tightened. She managed to say yes.

"If I introduce you to women I don't want you indicating disapproval."

She said of course.

"Or to interview them as if they are applying for a job?"

Diane snorted and then sighed and said she knew what he meant. She would try to remain relaxed.

"Is dad giving you enough attention and enough sex?"

"Yes although in both instances it's borderline." She suddenly realized what she'd just said and pushed him away roughly and shouted, "How dare you!"

"Aw, come on mom. You need to relax."

"Go to your room."

Darcy yawned and grabbed his backpack, leaving the presents in an untidy heap. He'd been seventeen hours in the air plus a two-hour stopover at LA. Late afternoon he awoke as Diane slipped in under the covers beside him. They hugged and kissed, almost like lovers.

"I'm so glad to have you home."

"Thanks mom."

"I'm sorry I rushed Sheryl at you. Would you allow me to try again with her or do you really want me to let you do the finding?"

"I'd thought I'd made that quite clear."

"Are you blaming me for a last-gasp attempt to get the job done for you?"

"Don't do it mom?"

Diane kissed him on the mouth, rather an unmotherly kiss and then pulled back and brushed his hair back. "All right, I promise. In return I want you staying away from Rosa."

"She's really great at sex mom."

"I don't want it to start again Darcy."

"All right. I promise. No sex with Aunt Rosa. There, better now?"

"Yes, I've run a bath for you. Your father flight arrives just before 5:00 and your sisters and husbands will be here for dinner."

"Have you been telling the husbands how to make babies?"

"No of course not. What do you mean?"

Darcy said she should go and attend to preparing dinner while he had his bath. "Thanks \again for getting me home mom."

Ralph arrived home first and Darcy ran out to greet him. His dad hugged him and tousled his hair saying it was great to have him home and in one piece.

Darcy was sure of it so said it. "Dad, I think I can smell perfume on you."

"Jesus!" said his father and groaned, "Here she comes."

"Take off your jacket and while she'd kissing you I'll dribble the ball at you to allow you to break away before she has much time to detect anything. Give her more attention dad; she needs it."

Dale and Mick Jansen arrived first and Dale gave him the once over and said "Yummy" and pressed into him with her welcoming kiss. She even looked like Aunt Rosa. He'd known Mick for years and although Mick was twenty months older they'd been pals ever since they'd been on the swim team and he'd said casually, "My sister Dale isn't dating anyone at the moment and Mick had said, "Even if she is only as half as good looking at you are perhaps I should take a look." Darcy had ensured Mick would take a look, saying well with Dale there was plenty to look at. Mick wasn't stupid so asked Darcy if he could go home and play some ball with him.

When she was kissing Darcy for her lovely present, Dale whispered, "Mom said she was bringing you home to get you married. Daisy Black is divorced. You used to screw her didn't you?"

Darcy laughed. "You always wanted me to confirm your suspicions. What a sly way of doing it."

Dale giggled and whispered behind her cupped hand. "Aunt Rosa has twice asked me for your arrival date. You can't deny having screwed her. Mom and I caught you two at it that day."

Darcy smacked her ass and walked away. His mom and Dale had thought they'd caught them at it but he'd managed to zip up and Rosa got her dress down and her boobs away before Dale and his mom were close enough to see anything but guilty looks.

Late as usual, Louise and her skinny Kevin Mandrel arrived and Louise made the introductions.

"Hi Kevin. Louise wrote me about meeting you and said she met you on vacation at San Diego Zoo when you were then working in Southern Texas on a newspaper. I've been through McAllen between semesters on a motorcycle tour of the Rio Grande Valley with two pals. Great part of the country."

Kevin was surprised. "You've the first person I've met up here who has even heard of McAllen let along visited it. Louise said you looked like Superman with red hair but missed out saying you were brainy."

"Brainy? Lots of folk have double degrees."

"No, I meant skilled enough to make me want to like you by immediately establishing rapport by saying you've been to McAllen. My folk and two sisters still live there."

"Well when you travel and rely on people providing travel or food and shelter for you when you are about broke -- on the skin of your ass as the saying goes -- you learn how to make yourself interesting to other people if you want to keep moving and enjoy generous hospitality."

"Bumming around you mean."

"Yeah."

"So what do you want from me, talking nicely to me?"

"Just look after my sister, keep her happy and remember my mother wants grandchildren."

Kevin and Louise looked at Darcy stonily. He looked at his mom's crimson face. She was standing just behind Kevin and Louise and giving her son a murderous look called, "Ralph, everyone is waiting for a drink."

Louise handed Darcy a beer and hissed, "Kevin and I will decided when we will start a family thank you."

"Sorry, just attempting to make him feel one of the family."

"Well take him out and shoot some baskets will be a thousand times more effective."

"Okay, thanks for the advice. Good to see you so happy Louise, at least you were until I had my say."

"Thank you Darcy. You seemed to have picked up on manners since you left here. Oh, please stay away from Aunt Rosa."

Fucking schoolteacher, Darcy smarted, as if schoolteacher was the foulest thing he could say about his elder sister. They were all at it. Why make such a big thing of it? Can't a guy fuck his aunt without being criticized?

He took Kevin out with a six-pack and they played around a bit. Kevin was good, too good. "Let's take time out. Geeze, you move like grease-lightning."

"Well, everyone tries to be good at least at one thing. Did Louise suggest you ask me to shoot baskets?"

"Yeah."

"She can be such a cruel bitch at times. Toss me another bottle."

Darcy decided he really liked Kevin who was a news editor for a TV station. "Do you go home often?"

"Nah, my life is up here now. I'm unbelievably happy in my job and your sister is great company. Actually I'm heading home in a fortnight for mom's 50th. Louise has exams for some advanced qualifications. Come with me, I'll pay your tickets."

"I couldn't let you do that."

"Well I'm buying you a ticket. If you don't want it let it go to waste. If I can't get you on the same flight we'll take an earlier one. I'm due to fly out at 1:00. I'd appreciate having time to get to know you. Louise is in awe of you."

"Louise, my elder sister?"

Kevin looked around and said he didn't see any other Louise. They laughed. He said, "She missed you, really missed you. She said she'd grown up helping to mother you and liked to think she was entitled to share some of the credit for your achievements as a scholar and sportsman."

"Louise taught me the disciplines I needed to study better than any other teacher ever did. When I was at EMU she'd call and quiz me about my study routines. She was a pain in the butt but I knew she was good for me."

"You took fine arts, right?"

"Yeah, I actually took a Bachelor of Arts degree in art history and then went on and completed a MFA in photography -- one being a passionate interest, the other a possible roadway to the money tree."

"I've seen some of your work. It's really great."

"You ain't seen nothing, Darcy scoffed very ungrammatically. "We may view some of it tonight." 

Kevin checked that no one was coming.

"Look, hit me if this enrages you but I'd like to know. Is it true your parents banished you overseas because you were fucking your mother's young sister -- your aunt?"

"Yeah, we always denied it but my family never believed our lies."

Kevin licked his lips and said Rosa was a real sexpot. He liked the thought of sinking one but Louisa would kill him if she found out.

After dinner Darcy brought out two of the sealed packages of the two-dozen he'd sent home and his mother had stored in his bedroom, left unopened as instructed.

"These are only 10 x 8s. Any larger prints would have cost me too much of my scarce cash to send home. These are of Vietnam, Thailand and India. Please don't expect them all to be picture postcards."

"Many of the prints were breathtaking. Perhaps even more arresting were the beautifully compositions of stark poverty, prostitution and cruelty.

Darcy packed the last print away and said, "Well, what do you think?"

"I knew when the packs started arriving you were working although you dismissed that, saying you were taking a few snapshots," said his mother. "These are works of art."

The others complimented him, using words like 'amazing' and 'beautifully captured' and that was what Darcy expected to hear. It was Kevin who surprised him.

"You have yet to make a name for yourself so writing a book around your illustrations or staging exhibitions would probably be unrewarding or even a waste of time. You should consider hiring an agent to find the best market for you -- probably photo libraries, It appears you have more than 800 quality photos of this quality, all on film that publishers, ad agencies and even TV stations prefer."

Darcy said, "Thanks pal, I really don't have a business head. What you say sounds sensible. Perhaps I'll visit my favorite assistant prof at EMU and also consider his advice."

During the next couple of days Darcy visited old haunts but saw only the faces of strangers. Where was everyone? Ah, yes, working longer hours to upgrade in apartments or out in the suburbs playing happy families and working hard at increasing the size of the family. Then his virtual isolation ended. He ran into Rosa. She kissed him like an aunt should and took him into a coffee house.

"Please find a girl buddy and find her soon?"

"Why?" 

"Because of your fucking mother I'm virtually excommunicated even from my other sisters and my brother and their families. When you are tied to someone Diane will ease off and I'll be welcomed back into the fold. This has been so painful for me Darcy."

"Well, whose fault is that? You shouldn't have fucked me."

"God, you are so callous, just like your father."

"What about my father?"

Rosa looked away.

"Oh Christ. Darcy grabbed her arm -- leave my dad alone Rosa. Go near him again and you'll with you were dead. I'll hang you out to dry."

"How could I have ever loved you Darcy. Having three assholes in the one family is incredible."

"Who's the second one?"

"Your mother you idiot. She turned the entire family against her, alleging I was corrupting her precious son."

"And the third one is my father?"

"Yes, we've just returned from his medical conference. It was our last hurrah."

"Aren't you supposed to be the fatalistic one-nighter?"

"I still am. But for some reason I seemed to find the glue with you and then your father."

"So you weren't having it off with me and dad concurrently?"

"Hell no, what do you take me for -- a slut."

"In that case Rosa sit down. I'd like to help you."

"How."

"By working to bring you back to your extended family. You know I really like you and always have, for as long as I can remember and you were my favorite babysitter."

"Why are you licking up to me like this?"

"God, you are hard. I genuinely like you Rosa. Please believe me and I'll like you better than most other people I know even when no pussy is involved. Swear to me now that you'll back off sexually from dad and me and I'll open doors for you Rosa."

"I'm already not having any relations with you and Ralph and I ended it last weekend."

"Swear to me!"

"I swear I will never resume again with either you or your father."

"Good Aunt Rosa."

"What's wrong with just Rosa."

"I'll need to show family I regard you as my aunt and to indicate our old relationship is over."

"Becoming a university graduate and traveling the world has turned you into a smart guy Darcy. I'm very proud of you. Oh, I saw Lisa O'Ryan an hour ago and said you were home. She seemed so excited. Oh, she's Lisa Jackson now."

Lisa was excited. She called Darcy at midday and for a moment almost forgot she was married in conveying her delight he was home. 

"I missed you, missed you so much. Katie and I were waiting for a proposal from you, hoping to be the one. But then your mom told me you were likely to be away for at least two years. You knew I wanted you, and yet no word."

"You did the right thing Lisa, who ended up with rights to your sweet pussy?"

"God, you are still a horrible man," she giggled. "Ted Chancellor."

"Oh, lucky girl and I mean that Lisa."

"Thank you. We row but with have such great times making up and I went into it with my eyes open, knowing he was short-fused. His family loves me and really Ted is a fine man apart from the occasional slip into a dark mood. He's never hit me."




Darcy, Come Home & Find a Bride



"He was tormented by something even when a kid. It led to personal anguish rather than violence. Look, I'm getting some of the old crew together tonight for dinner out something. Just the gang, not partners. This is for you darling."

"I'd love to be honored. Call me with info. Bye."

Darcy almost said he often used to think of her during boring stretches when alone, especially in Australia away from the cities where the countryside was so vast and the wait for the next ride were often very long waits. He knew from that that Lisa was his favorite, something he'd not know at home, but decided not to tell her. She was Ted's girl now.

They reveled in their get-together. He'd been leader of the pack, principally he was the ideas man, as none of them really liked being led. He pulled out a photograph taken when most of them at the reunion were there, aged eighteen or nineteen. It was a nude party and none of them had seen the photo.

The females shrieked with laughter at their wanton poses and the guys seemed to be comparing lengths of dangle. They all wanted a copy so he handed across the filmstrip to Lisa to have the shot, number 5, printed off and then to pass it on to anyone else wanting a copy. Nothing was going on in the photograph that could be called pornographic. They were just fun-loving kids nearing the exit of their teens.

Lisa drove him home and fucked him. Darcy had not expected that. She drove into the driveway of his family home, stopping just inside the gateway and turning off the lights apart from the stereo-player light and light music played. They chatted until commanding, "Kiss me."

It was the tone she used and it turned back the clock more than three years ago. She used that tone and said 'kiss me' when her meaning was 'fuck me'. She was a polite woman. Darcy held back, not believing she was telling him this and then she changed his mind in a flash, drawing up her skirt to expose her stocking tops.

He licked his lips, thinking she'd not see that. Wrong. She licked a finger and ran it across his mouth saying, "Dry lips honey? You'll find my pussy is leaking."

That was a grossly erotic invitation and Darcy abandoned his restraint. He'd banged married women throughout the world, so being involved in adultery wasn't an issue. He didn't know why he was hesitating...perhaps wanting Lisa to be the perfect wife. But at that invitation he cast aside all restraint and banged his lips against hers and she grasped him hungrily and soon had her tongue virtually down his throat.

Lisa unzipped him and fished out his dick and dribbled on to it. Even in the dim light that action was illuminated sufficiently to send a great wave of carnal desire sweeping through Darcy. He pulled her across from under the steering wheel to him while she feverishly pulled down her panties and squeaked, "I can't get them off." Being on top of him her legs was against the glove box.

Darcy reached down and tore her panties apart in both hands to avoid hurting her. "Place yourself on to my dick," he said huskily, transferring his hands to lift her hips a little.

"Oh Darcy," she gasped, taking his hot and thick dick in one of her hands. "I'm on the pill; we're not planning a little one yet."

She began feeding into him and he growled, "Well this is not a little one and dropped her, by pulling away his hands and thrusting up his groin, giving her the lot in one hit. Lisa gurgled and he felt her spray him.

"Oh, I've come already," she panted.

"Thank you. I regard that as an extreme compliment. Get rocking and enjoy, as this is the last time I'll ever fuck you. This is how it has to be."

"Oh darling," she whimpered, and pulling out a small tit fed him.

CHAPTER 2

The flight via Dallas with an elapsed time of almost five hours landed at McAllen-Miller Airport, two miles out of McAllen City, early afternoon. Kevin's parents and one of his sisters were waiting to meet them and as introductions were being made Kevin looked up and saw a vision of beauty. There was no other way to describe it. A curvy blonde in a hospital nursing uniform in full flight was running to greet someone.

Darcy didn't clicked until she slammed into Kevin, almost knocking him back three feet. Kevin had said sister Bonnie was a nurse. He just gawked and was aware everyone was staring at him, waiting for him to reply to Kevin's introduction.

Mouth running dry Darcy croaked, "You're gorgeous."

"Does that mean I'm not Kevin's sister?"

Darcy flicked a look at mother Barbara and sister Tessa.

"It seems to run in the female line of your family. But you collected it all."

Bonnie's mouth fell open and she colored. 

Darcy said, "Sorry, I have greeted you like a dim-witted country boy although no offence intended to country boys. You've blown me away."

Barbara said gently, "Darcy, Bonnie has a very pleasant young man. They have been dating for almost six months."

"I mean no offence Mrs Mandrel."

"Thank you Darcy. I thought our agreement was you'd call me Barbara."

"No wonder this jerk wasn't at the wedding. He probably got lost trying to get home."

"Tessa, how dare you. Apologize to our guest right now."

"No, Tessa is entitled to her opinion. None of you have to like me."

Kevin grinned at the others, standing with open mouths. "You'll get used to him. This guy can excite and let you down without seconds but you'll like him and eventually realize he never disappoints. Mom this is what the jerk gave me to give to you."

Digging into his carry bag Kevin pulled out a 10 by 8 photograph Darcy had taken of Louise and Kevin.

Barbara's hands shook as she opened the package. Kevin had told her on the phone their guest -- the missing one of the family -- was an itinerant photographer of awesome merit.

"Oh God, how could any couple be so beautiful, oh God," Barbara gasped, sniffing.

She handed the framed photo to her non-talkative husband Frank who looked at it and smiling said, "You have done us proud Darcy."

Darcy nodded to both of them and watched Tessa now holding the frame in hands that looked a little unsteady. "You have captured beauty in Louise I've not realized she had. You are masterful."

"Thank you. It's only a matter of getting them relaxed with the right lighting and cracking off exposures until the one that surmounts all others is captured because they both were posing to near perfection. The camera didn't lie and there has been no air brushing, absolutely none."

Darcy watched Bonnie study the photo and knew by her initial reaction what she really thought. She handed the photo back to her mother and said, "It's okay." Darcy grinned and she caught his mocking expression and colored. "Actually it's sensation. You'll wow your girlfriend with it mom."

Bonnie looked for approval from Darcy but found he was studying her midway between her belly and chin. She said a little coldly, "Are we going?"

"You take Darcy and show him around a bit while we take Kevin home and grill him about life in the big smoke," Frank said.

"Dad I don't think..."

"Don't attempt to over-rule your father on this matter Tessa," Kevin said. "You really ought to learn when to butt out Bonnie?"

"Whatever you say master."

Barbara bit her lip watching Bonnie push off Darcy's trolley and frown when he put up his arm almost to place it around Bonnie's waist and then drop it again.

On the drive home Barbara said rather icily. "Tell us what you really think of him Kevin."

"When I met him for the first time and saw his great looks and physique, I forced myself to dislike him. Ten minutes later we were shooting baskets, no one else looking it. I was too quick for him. It was man-on-man. I left him for dead, but not always. He had the option of crunching me, but never looked like smashing me down. He called it quits way too early and complimented me, saying I moved like grease lightning. I could see he was not surly about saying that; it was warmly given praise. Soon he had me entranced and we've become pals. He's so accomplished and has a couple of degrees."

"What, college degrees?" Tessa said disbelievingly.

"Actually university degrees from Eastern Michigan -- a BA in art history and a MFA in photography."

"What, that bear has a masters?"

"Yes Tessa. I wanted to bring him home here because he'd said he'd past through on a motorbike some years ago but moved on again after having a steak. I also though he might date you a bit Tessa but I'm afraid he's fallen over his feet on Bonnie as dad was quick to pick up."

Tessa began sobbing and Barbara yelled, "Frank, after them; he's all alone with Bonnie."

"Calm down Barbara and if you're going to bawl, bawl so I can't hear you Tessa. Why don't you guys ask Kevin about life in Chicago and how he and Louise are getting along?"

* * * 

After stowing Darcy's suitcase on rollers and camera bag, Bonnie said, "Kevin, could you quit staring at my breasts. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"They're real beauties Bonnie. Let's do a deal -- you play with my abs for one minute and you free your breasts and allow me to play with them for one minute. That ought to take the pressure off me and...er...you."

"Darcy, that is boorish and childish. What a thing to say to a woman you don't know."

"With my hands around them, even for only a minute, I'd know you a whole lot better."

"God, you are Neanderthal, "Bonnie said, unable to conceal her smile. "You're funny, possibly cute, but no way Darcy. To you I am untouchable. Have you got that?"

"I hear what you say. Don't blame me when you succumb." 

Bonnie said she hadn't had lunch and Darcy said he felt like chewing something.

"A sandwich at home or getting bored eating with me."

"We're almost at the Mexican border. Take me somewhere traditional."

They went to the Republic of the Rio Grande on South 10th street that specializes in Southwestern cuisine.

"Yeah this place has it," Darcy said appreciatively, looking at the some of the lunchtime diners now just lolling back drinking. His mom had topped up his card again so he was fine for money. Bonnie chose a double Vodka over ice and he asked for beer. They both ordered Enchiladas del Mar.

"I'm sorry about grumping at your staring at me. I'm rather flattered you want to look at had admiration rather than lust in your eyes."

"It could quickly turn to lust."

She giggled.

"What does your guy do?"

"His name is Paul Dugas who works in IT at the University of Texas-Pan America less that ten miles away from the city."

"Do you live with him?"

"Not yet, his parents are very strict."

"What kind of nurse a you?"

"A good one, very sensitive and dedicated."

Darcy grinned and said he wouldn't doubt that but what type of nurse. She replied she specialized in post-operative care and monitoring.

"I bet you are good at doing that."

Bonnie smiled and asked Darcy about his travels.

As the question-answers slowed she asked, "Did you have lots of women over those three years?"

The question was unexpected but he liked it. "Yes and no."

"What kind of answer is that?"

"I went for long periods on the road with no one stopping to pick me up and at times slept out in the open and mostly the drivers who stopped were male."

"Occasionally a woman motorist would stop for you?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"If it looked good I'd give her the eye. Sometimes there would be a language barrier."

"What was your technique?"

Darcy smiled. This was where he wanted to be positioned.

"Women seemed fascinated by my carrot top."

"I can imagine that. But how did you get this interested?"

"I would make sure they'd catch me staring at their breasts."

Bonnie flushed and her breathing became heavier.

"And?"

Darcy smiled and said it could embarrass her if he continued.

She snorted.

So he said he'd place a hand on the women's breast, being careful to avoid startling her because she would be driving.

"And," Bonnie breathed.

"Actually it was a technique I even used in a restaurant or sitting on a wall or bench. If she wanted me she'd usually slowly part her legs, making sure I noticed."

Bonnie placed a hand on her throat and her blue eyes were now huge.

Darcy place money on the table and said, "We'd better go."

"Yes," Bonnie said. Darcy could see her nipples were now well defined.

As they walked to her car Bonnie said, "Paul is taking me to a movie this evening and then on to supper. You are welcome to join us."

"Thanks, that's very kind. But I have been away from your family already. This is my first day with them. It is proper that I be with them and it's what I wish to do."

As they were about to enter the impressive stucco and orange titled home Bonnie stopped and turning said, "What you told me in the restaurant was the sexiest conversation I've ever had with a man."

"I could beat that by telling you what I'd do with you if only you would allow me to touch."

She giggled and turned entered the house.

* * *

On the last evening before Kevin and Darcy returned home, Darcy went to the bathroom before desert was served and was just entering when Bonnie, who'd leave the table after mains and was prepared to go out, said "Hi" and followed Darcy in and closed the door. She backed against it and said "Hi" again. Knowing what this was about and anticipating she'd be nervous, Darcy moved right up to her, almost touching belly to belly. 

She put her arms around his neck and gently kissed him. He kissed back and said, "Should we be doing this?"

She smiled faintly and said no, but she wanted to do it. "Every night since your arrival I think of you placing a hand on my breast and I open my legs."

"What a lovely thought. You'd better go; I have no wish to upset your mother. She has been very lovely and kind to me -- in fact you all have. It's been a great week."

"Very well then. I'm going."

As Bonnie was closing the door Darcy said, "Oh Bonnie?"

"Yes?" she said, opening the door a little.

"Give me a call when you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

"You'll know."

She snorted and said god he was so frustrating and slammed the door.

* * *

Three weeks later Bonnie did call.

"Hi, lovely to be in contact again."

There was a pause and then, "It's taken me two days to get sufficient backbone to make this call."

"I didn't pick you as been shy, except in deciding against showing me your tits."

Bonnie seemed to have no objection to the word tits. "I was afraid you might have someone else."

"I hadn't found the need for that. I knew you'd be calling soon, wanting to open your legs for me."

"Oh god, I need to sit down."

"Then sit. There definitely is no one else. What do you want to do?"

"Meet you in Dallas this coming weekend."

Darcy chuckled and said he liked the sound of that. "I'm lecturing in photography at my old university, four days a week. I have Fridays free so will arrive in Dallas early afternoon and visit a graphics consultant who is on my shortlist."

Bonnie said, "I'll arrive at the airport at 7:15 otherwise it will be after 10:00."

"Right, book right now and you may be lucky to get the earlier flight although it will be Friday. I'll be there to collect you. Um, about sex. I will be uneasy if Paul is still around."

"He's not. I thought it honest to tell him of my thoughts about you and he dropped me like a hot coal, choosing that moment to say his parents didn't think I was suitable for him because I wasn't Catholic."

Darcy said he might pose a problem because he was more or less Agnostic. 

"That's a bit like me I guess. Spiritually it's hard to know what to believe because such a lot of claptrap surrounds the probable truths. About accommodation, I have that organized. A girlfriend at the hospital here owns a small apartment downtown at a good address. Her grandma left it to her. Or do you want a hotel suite?"

Darcy said he was paying off debt so he favored the apartment but would pay for the hotel suite if she preferred.

"No, Doris showed me a photograph -- it's a lovely apartment. Bye you lovely man." 

He said he couldn't wait to open her legs. She giggled and cut the call.

* * *

It was evening and had gone 9:00. Only Darcy and his mother were home so he went to find her. She was in bed watching TV. He jumped in the covers beside her.

"I'm nude, waiting for your father to come home. He's back to having it off with me at least twice a week. It's great was are active again."

Darcy put a hand on her bare breast and caught her nipple between two fingers. He grinned as he felt her legs open.

"Mom, I've found a woman."

"Oh that's lovely," she said, pulling his head to her and kissing his cheek. She suddenly froze and then pulled his hand off her breast. "It's not Rosa is it?"

"Of course not. Put my hand back."

"No, you shouldn't be touching your mother like that."

"Mom, don't be old fashion. Pussy is a different issue and I accept that."

"Oh, very droll but unfortunately the trouble with you men you start on a breast and the next thing a women knows she has fingers up her pussy."

"You seem remarkably knowledgeable?"

"Exactly what are you insinuating?" his mother asked, nostrils flaring.

Darcy had her where he wanted her, all fired up.

"Since I have this new girlfriend you can bring Rosa into the fold again. It's not right to have a member of the family kept outside the family like this. It's really not fair mom."

"How strong is the attachment between you and this new woman?"

"Strong, very strong. We are meeting up in Dallas this weekend."

"Who is she?"

"You've met her mom. In fact she's stayed in this house."

"It is Rosa?"

Darcy laughed. "Don't be so pathetic."

"Well who is she?"

"The beautiful Bonnie Mandrel."

"What? That's incredible but no, she is much too good for you."

"Thank you mother."

"You know what I mean. Isn't she almost engaged to a university guy who's into high tech?"

"She's just called to say it's over between them, that she wants me. When I was staying with the family in McAllen apparently I made such a big impression..."

"What with young man?"

"I didn't lay my finger on her mom and that's the truth. She's been thinking of me every night since the first day of my arrival there and she now feels I'm neglecting her so she's arrange to have this weekend with me -- I suppose to see whether it's rampant passion or love."

"Love, that means she could become my daughter."

"Would you like that?"

"Oh Darcy, I'd adore it."

"Well you reinstate Rosa and I'll bring home Bonnie. Mom I feel so guilty about Rosa being tossed out of the family because I associated with her and people jumped to conclusions."

"Oh, fancy you saying that. You know I only looked at it one way, saw red, and went for Rosa's head. Did you fuck my sister, repeatedly fuck her over a long period?"

"Mom, how could I answer you other that to say what we've always said to our accusers; we've always denied it."

"You are so awkwardly frustrating over this Darcy."

"Mom, she's been punished enough and I'll swear to you that I'll not place myself in a position again with her to have those false accusation flying again."

"Very well, you have made me so happy with your news about Bonnie. Now push off and shut the door. I'll call Rosa now and invited her here for dinner, tomorrow night if she can make it."

"Thank you mom. You are a real pal," Darcy said, leaving her side. "Give dad a good one tonight."

Grabbing a coffee, Darcy sat in front of TV with the sound muted and called Kevin.

"Oh it's you."

"Hi Louise...a nasty day at the coalface?"

Kevin's mother has just called. She's terribly upset."

"It's the daughter who marries the guy, not the mother."

"Exactly what kind of comment is that? God you talk with a mouth full of oil at times."




Darcy, Come Home & Find a Bride



"Thank you my dear sister. Please hand the phone to Kevin."

"Hi Darcy."

"Oooh, that tone is a little frosty. Want to hear the truth from me or wait until your sister tells you?"

"Shoot pal. I'd not believe you'd lie to me."

"What's gotten into wifey who normally won't use bad language?"

"Louise's upset that mom's upset and without knowing the facts believes your behavior is despicable. I tried to tell you virtually the only time you were out of my company in that entire week was on our first three hours of arrival and whenever one of us was in the toilet, and if you managed to shaft my sister in the time when I was in the toilet it must have been one of the quickest fucks on the planet. She threw her shoe at me and caught me on the head. Fortunately it was the toe and not the heel that banged me."

"Hmmm. I think you better call Bonnie."

"Just tell me what happened pal."

"Well we spent all that time at the Republic of the Rio Grande talking. Just talking. Okay I was a little fresh at times, like teasing her, and she responded well. But we didn't touch. Then until the last night I only ever saw her and spoke to her when in your company, as far as I can recall, but I'm sure that's correct. The on the last evening when met away from the dinning room by sheer chance -- she was getting ready to go out if you remember -- and we just kissed, no longer that thirty seconds, maybe twenty seconds, The one kiss. We said goodbye and I said, 'Give me a call when you're ready' and that was it. Totally."

"Who moved in and made the kiss?"

"I'd rather not say."

"That means it was Bonnie. Who do you think I am, Bozo?"

"Kevin, please. Don't tell that to anyone especially Louise. She's got the shits with me rather than with Bonnie and that's how I want it left."

"Sorry pal, she's sitting right up against me listening. What the fuck does...um...'Give me a call when you're ready' mean?"

"Aw Kevin, this is embarrassing with Louise listening in."

"Go on pal, I need to know."

"It's a line I've used for years when a woman shows a bit of interest in me but then appears to shutdown on me. I feed her that line to give her something to think about when she is in bed alone at night."

"Ohmigod," Louise shrieked in laughter.

Kevin laughed. "That line is so weak that it just falls short of drivel."

Darcy waited in silence until Kevin has stopped laughing and Louise had narrowly avoided hysterics.

"You must eat a lot of corn," Kevin cracked.

"I've had probably an 85% success rate with it."

"Pal," Kevin said, "you are...Ohmigod, did you call Bonnie or did she call you."

Darcy remained silent.

"Jesus, she called you didn't she?"

"Of course she did and I know why she did," Louise called. "She's been thinking about him in bed at night. She called him because she's fallen for him and when she told Paul they split. I believe Darcy when he says apart from one kiss they haven't touched. I've seen him operating. He expresses a mild interest and then waits patiently and the wait turns some females off while others become horny and virtually charge at him."

Kevin said, "Darcy, sorry to have put you through this. I believe you and see no reason to call Bonnie. In fact we have no need to ever tell her we had this conversation. Louise is nodding in agreement."

"Thank for talking this through with me guys. Now hear this. As a result of that call Bonnie and I are meeting in Dallas this weekend and plan to be really touching. If we find we do have something going between us, I'm sure we'll become a couple. Now you know as much about our relationship as I do; at this stage its very tentative, being little more than one kiss."

"It's a beautiful story," Louise said, taking the phone from Kevin. "I'm sorry I became bitchy with you before ascertaining the facts."

"It's fine. My thanks to you both for listening to me. Goodnight. Think babies."

CHAPTER 3

Darcy was already in Dallas when Bonnie called and gave him the terminal where her flight would land.

"I'm about to leave now."

"I excited about seeing you again."

"I'm almost trembling. What I'm feeling is unbelievable. How can one person care so much about another person?"

Darcy laughed. "You can attempt to explain that to me over dinner. Walking around the city I found a beautiful intimate Thai restaurant."

"Oh great, I'm a fan of Thai food and their table service is beyond compare. Mom has been talking to Kevin and Louise. Initially mom had thought you had managed to come in between Paul and me but I told her that was entirely wrong, that I'd decided to make a play for you and told Kevin and he dumped me. Mom couldn't understand how I could fall for you if we hadn't gone courting, as she so quaintly put it. So I told her about the kiss, and that it was I who kissed you. She still couldn't believe that one kiss could do it so I had to tell her about the magic words."

"Magic words?"

"Yes, what you said to me and what made me think about you day and night. You told me, 'Give me a call when you're ready' without saying ready for what? I took me some time before I got it and mom didn't get it when I told her the magic words. I told her the key was the missing words. It meant give me a call when you're ready to have a relationship with me'. She thought that was so cute and it would sucker some women but was surprised it suckered me."

Darcy said, "You know why it did?"

"Because I was ready to be suckered?"

"That's exactly right. You know love is so flimsy, it can come and go almost in the blink of an eye or it can arrive and stay fixed as if set in stone. And words about love are as flimsy as the come."

"Darcy, why are you talking about love instead of carnal assault?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know. Thanks for your flight number. Bye."

"Darcy, Darcy...no!"

Darcy pocketed his phone and thought not only would her pussy be throbbing but now so would her heart. His stomach muscles tightened, sending a soft smile to his face. A woman in tight clothes and red shoes came over to him, obviously attracted by the smile and thinking it was for her.

"Darling, do you have a light?"

"Sorry, I'm in love."

"What kind of an asshole response is that? she demanded to Darcy's retreating back.

Darcy saw Bonnie approaching hauling a small suitcase on wheels. He waved, she waved and she began running. He stood and braced himself and it was just like in the movies -- she slammed into him, sending him rocking.

"Oooh, I say. You're like a rock."

He said ever so seriously, "I hope I didn't damage the goods."

She looked down at her breasts and giggled, saying she was wearing a tighter and pointer bra than usual, just for him."

"They look wonderful. May we kiss?"

She answered by closing her eyes and lifting up her sweet lips and felt a butterfly land.

Bonnie pressed against him and Darcy pressed back. "This is just like the most romantic old films," she breathed looking up and seeing some of the passing people grinning at them. "Let's race to the apartment."

"No, let's get out of a cab half a mile before the apartment and walk to get the feel of the streets of Dallas and walk on to the restaurant."

"All right providing we can cuddle."

"Oh we can cuddle -- I'll save the rollers by carrying your bag. There's a bar I saw that looked good even in daylight. We'll call in for a drink."

* * *

They entered the apartment. "Oh Darcy, please. Don't drag this out. I've not had sex for almost a month and that's a very long time for me. And I've been thinking and thinking about you and..."

Darcy, who'd been closing the door and unzipping while Bonnie prattled on, took her into his arms and they kissed deeply and when they were both moaning and groaning he picked up Bonnie and she apparently guessed what was coming -- and come they did, both excessively, as Darcy plowed her with her lower legs anchored loosely over his hips. He'd had a few standing fucks in his time, usually out of necessity in hallways or behind clubs or bars, but this one set a new level for excellence in execution and sexual gratification. He then carried Bonnie to the bed, undressed her and lifted her on to the bed and he undressed. They fell into a sixty-nine. She licked and sucked him beautifully while he sucked some of the juices out of her. They had such a great and noisy time doing that.

They lay back in a half-hug.

"We did that well together," she said. "Totally disgusting but really yummy. You must think I'm a whore."

"No, just a liberated and eager woman who doesn't mind swallowing cum and her own juice and who fucks as if there was no tomorrow. I couldn't have designed your better if I'd taken you from scratch to build up my perfect fuck."

"Oooh, I like that. You are so obscenely romantic. Here, allow me to wipe off our mess from the corners of your mouth. You are big enough to give me that full feeling that I like and you have abs that every sexy girl dreams of. And oh your small tight butt, I almost came as I first hung on to your cheeks and it's so hard I almost broke nails."

They were at it throughout the night; whenever one of them awoke it was on again. They went out for breakfast just after 10:00 for a cheese bagel (Bonnie) and flapjacks and decided to divert from their principal activity, so chose to go ice-skating at the Galleria Dallas and that took care of the day because Bonnie began drooling at the stores as soon as they arrived. Darcy was content seeing her so happy and welcomed the chance to rest.

From early evening they drank and 'grazed' at various 'must visit' bars and after a long and gentle workout at the apartment, lay back and talked.

"Bonnie, I'll be next to broke for some months before I finish paying off debt to mom. I could reap anything from $30,000 upwards if I get a decent agent to flick off my stock transparencies to agencies and he or she will take commission but that's fine. What I am on about is drawing the picture how it is. You might think I'm a good fuck but I'm saying I'm not much of a chop financially, at least in the short term."

Bonnie licked his cheek. "I wonder which one is my priority?"

"Gawd, do I love a woman who likes to fuck."

The laughed and Darcy leaned over and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Go on."

He asked how did she know there was more?

"The long, drawn-out prelude is an indicator."

"Oh yeah. Well, I'm thinking about asking you to move in with me."

"Whereabouts?"

"Dallas is fine with me."

"Me too. Dallas has some fine hospitals, a few of them leading edge. My career could really take off here."

Darcy said that was promising. "You are aware that this between you and me is infatuation?"

"Yes but not without something simmering underneath that. You are not just a pretty face to me Darcy."

"I rather guessed that. Coming to Dallas for a dirty weekend with a guy when you have a conservative mom who's rather angry at you for breaking up with Paul takes some guts and showed you were prepared to dig the stake in the ground."

"Oooh. Doesn't that sound romantic?"

"I feel a tenderness towards you I don't usually experience."

"Oooh."

"I'm falling in love with you Bonnie. I guess it started the moment I first saw your tits and then realized with slow dawning that quite a woman was behind them."

Bonnie appeared to have stopped breathing. Darcy waited.

"Oh I say. How can I be so lucky? I have been with men that I could have married -- even Paul if he promised to keep me away from his narrow-minded mother -- but I kissed you in the bathroom that night because I wanted you. It meant you could have fucked me right there if you'd wanted but I meant I REALLY wanted you. I wanted you to be mine and to see where that took us. Even marriage."

"Well, with these confessions flying it appears we should be living together."

"There is nothing I'd like better right now, even if I shoot my career by moving but I think the reverse could apply and I'll walk through new doors to new opportunities. I like this city."

"Well, not by coincidence of course I have a strong chance of landing a job. I walked into a leading advertising agency yesterday, noticing that on its accounts list were an arts museum and five art dealers, the names of three of them I am familiar with, plus three private galleries. I'd brought a DVD with me of some of my work as I had been thinking of moving from Chicago and Dallas is not moving too far away from mom and Louise."

"Have you forgotten you also have a father and your sister Dallas?"

"Well them too. Louise did more than anyone in preparing me for life, particularly forcing me to adhere to good study disciplines."

"So the glamorous sister gets passed over for her older and rather plain sibling. I'm rather interested in learning that."

"I don't have favorites."

"Oh yeah."

"Bonnie, I could have been a nobody -- although that still could happen -- if Louise hadn't stepped in and got me back on track. Dad plays around and that hurts mom and I love my mom."

"God, I'm learning all about you in a tumble of declarations. I'm really going to like you."

"Can we get back on track?"

"Oh yes, sorry."

"Well the HR woman was blown away and got this guy down introduced to me only as Robert. He asked me to narrate the slowed down film show of my DVD. He said nothing until we came to the end and Lenora the HR woman said. "He has a masters in fine arts, photography, but it's the BA in art history that should interest you."

"Robert's head almost swung off his neck as he turned to me and said, 'Art history?' I said yes, it had been a fascination of mine since I went on a senior year school trip to the Smithsonian."

He said nothing expect to Lenora and instructed her to arrange to have me interviewed after lunch. So I went back and faced two women and a guy who quizzed me about my knowledge of art. They had my CV and references that Lenora had printed out off my DVD and that was it. They told me Lenora would be in touch next week. She took me to the elevators and said the agency was in danger of losing its largest arts account because the client had gone crazy over a film promo prepared for her. The woman swore and said the agency had no one that knew nothing about art, that the presentation was a heap of rubbish and there always were lighting shortcomings whenever they submitted draft posters. Robert Twill the managing partner was livid and had threatened dismissals if the agency lost that account. Lenora said I'd probably be asked back next weekend to be paraded to the client. I said fine, but only on Friday or Saturday and Lenora said that would be no problem."

Bonnie said it was thrilling to hear that. "Do you think you'll get the work?"

"If I impress the client and if the agency values me at 150k."

"That's a lot of money."

"It's what they pay group account directors and if I stand firm they'll probably give me a year's contact and that's all I want to settle in here and try to earn a reputation. I have some great ideas for posters; my mind thinks that way."

They drifted off to sleep and in the morning Bonnie woke Darcy, being attached to his dick like a fish caught on bait.

"Oh, what a beautiful way to start the new day," he groaned. "What time is your flight?"

Bonnie went 'mmmrrrph, mmmrrrph', indicating she couldn't talk. A few minutes later she seized the tip of his cock with incredibly power suction and Darcy just blew. Bonnie stuck to her task gamely, semen running out of the sides of her mouth.

She flipped over for doggie and her performance encouraged Darcy to offer his top shelf performance. He approached low, licked the undersides of her feet that had her kicking and giggling and then settled her down by lifting one of her feet and sucking the toes. He then licked along the back of her legs and reaching her butt licked at pussy and then tongued-rimmed her anus until she was writhing and gasping for breath. After that there was not a great deal to do. Her mounted her, she virtually hurling her pussy at him and pulling him into it. He lay all over her while she bucked; he pushed back, reaching under to heavily press her swollen breasts. She screamed and he groaned into almost beautifully timed climaxes and she simply collapsed face down and was asleep by the time Darcy padded back from the bathroom with a tired grin all over his face.

They awoke in time to clean up the apartment (cleaners came in once a fortnight) and then to dash to the airport, arriving in time for Bonnie to catch her flight. Darcy had an hour's wait for his boarding time.

"Farewell my darling," she said. "I will come to Dallas whether or not you win this appointment. I have money stashed away."

And farewell it was.

* * *

Two nights later Bonnie called and sounded very upset. If he'd not seen who the caller was Darcy would not have recognized her voice.

"I'm having a terrible time with mother. She has taken to her bed and is behaving like a child. She doesn't want me to see you again and wants me to establish a relationship with Paul again. She likes Paul."

"Oh drat."

"Is that the best you can say?"

"I'm very sorry your mother is so upset."

"Thank you. She put me through the hoops, with dad practically holding her down to calm her. I've agreed not to see you again but Paul and me will never be; I've come to dislike him."

"So are you coming to Dallas?"

"Darcy, are you thick. I've just told you I have promised mother I'd not see you again."

"Pump her up with tranquilizers and then asked for permission to withdraw your promise when she is feeling better."

"No." 

"Then get her medically examined. It sounds to me she needs a head shrink and..."

The call was cut.

He swore and called back but Bonnie wouldn't answer. He got her two nights later and her voice sounded low. "Mom has threatened to kill herself if I leave her."

"It's her way of keeping you from me."

"I know."

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Bonnie began crying. "It's over Darcy. Can't you see that? Don't ruin your romantic life over me. Find someone else. Dallas has some mighty fine women; they're not all spoken for. I don't want you to contact me. It's too painful for me. Goodbye Ginger."

"Goodbye," he said and snapping his phone shut sat stunned until he managed to yell, "Mom!"

Diane came running.

A few days later Diane, Louise and Kevin went to McAllen to attempt to bring the impasse, but returned home unsuccessfully. Louise held on to Darcy as Kevin sighed and said, "Sorry pal, mom appears to flipped and dad refused to get her examined and treated until she says she'd ready for that. My honest feeling is nothing is going to change in McAllen any time soon." 

Darcy's mother and sister agreed.

"Such a waste, such a waste," murmured Darcy, rocking in Louise's arms in grief.

Days later Darcy received a call from Glenora at LeRoy Baine & Partners. The offer was a salary of 130k on a two-year contract, usual department head expenses plus car.

"Department head?"

"Yes, Robert has decided to combine the photography and film divisions under your direction, the two division managers becoming your deputies."

"Do they know about this?"

"Yes, the threats have died under the weight of a bit more money and everyone in your new creative film division is waiting to see you fall flat on your face as your haven't worked in advertising. I felt fair to warn you."

"Thanks Glenora. The salary is a bit light. 150k or I look somewhere else."

"I'll call you back."

She called back inside ten minutes. All done. I didn't think you'd get it but Robert said he has good vibes about you. Are you aware Robert is gay."

Darcy laughed and said he had wondered. "Kindly tell Robert I'm a ladies man."

"I had vibes about that. Listen, although I'm married I'll be prepared to have a few nights out with you until you settle in. You might even get lucky."




Darcy, Come Home & Find a Bride



"Good girl Lenora. As I said in the interview, I'm required to give 30 days' notice. Will be in touch."

* * *

Lenora introduced Darcy who with his flaming hair, light green polo and dark green pants and brown shoes cut quite a dashing figure.

"Hi, I'm here to work and work the butts off you lot so I don't expect to make friends in here," Darcy said to his gathered personnel. " If I do that will be a bonus."

He put down his bags and portfolio case.

"I can see by some of your disgruntled looks you are still sore that the two departments were merged. It wasn't my idea but I'm going to make the merger work. I don't know how you guys have worked in the past but this is a new ball game. We have two main rules: You get to work on time and you don't leave until you've finished what was expected of you on that day. In the main I leave it to you to decide what was expected of you and how to manage your time and access to our resources." 

The looks Darcy received were mainly grim.

"Oh, almost forget. Another rule: No sex on desktops. The floor is quite okay."

The looks changed to puzzlement or amusement and there were a few sniggers.

"I've had no advertising experience. I've told you that so I know you know that. Genuine tips and offers of assistance will be appreciated. You and you, please rip down that trash on that notice board."

"But they are management edicts, workplace regulations, and reports from the chairman," said a woman, hesitating while the guy began ripping.

"This is the electronic age babe; in this department we read only what appears on-screen. To hell with the regulators and anyone can see that's a fire alarm without having an explanatory notice beneath it. Now who's our Girl Friday?"

A short, bright-faced young woman with a twisted foot stepped forward.

"Who fucked up your foot dear? If it's someone in here I'll kill them."

Everyone looked startled and the victim turned pale. "I was born like this Mr Farnsworth."

"Call me Darcy pet. My mother called me Darcy because she has red hair. I'm Darcy to everyone. What's you name Pet."

"Tammy."

"Nice name. Please take the top photo from my folio and pin it at the top right of that board. That photo stays there in that king position until one of you photographers takes a better shot as judged by our Monday morning conference. Diverting for a second, we leave here at 4:00 on Fridays for a bar where everyone is required to stay for one hour's conviviality. You film guys can have a single frame shot printed off for this board. By the end of this week I want to see an example of every cameraman's best work on this board. Tammy please attach the contributor's name= to each photo."

There were gasps as Tammy held up Darcy's photo.

"I took that in northern India in a deep ravine. An upriver dam and burst and we had warning the giant wave would pass at that point in twenty minutes and would probably surged to 30ft about normal height in the ravine. An electricity line repair guy was standing on the bridge, waiting to see the wall of water. He was wearing one of those jackets they use to rope themselves to a pole and leaned back to work on the insulators above their heads. I borrowed that and also borrowed a rope off him and he had a small can of orange paint on the truck. I called for four strong guys to lower me down and pull me back up. It worked but I said they'd have to pull me up faster when I signaled. They gave me bad-teeth smiles and said they understood, that I would signal at the very last second."

"Well I painted a cross on the shirt of each of those guys and said I would pay each guy twenty bucks in our money for pulling me up fast. I then gave the linesman the paint and told him to lock it away. By then the clever guys knew if they didn't pull me up fast enough they each wouldn't get their 870 Indian rupees. So with five minutes to go I was lowered and the linesman had another rope on one of my legs and stood a little way off to stop me spinning. Local police cleared almost everyone else off the very high bridge. I heard the water before it saw it. It swept around the bend, causing more devastation and amid the muddy brown water where remains of houses, bridges, trees, livestock and human corpses. I wanted to get right down in the path of the flow to get the most dramatic shot." 

"The guys got their payment and I gave the linesman his safety jacket back plus 2000 rupees. I made a tidy profit though, selling that film to an Indian news agency for worldwide distribution for the equivalent of 5000 US bucks. I got wet and my leg badly bruised when hit by a log. I'm only doing this to show I can take photos and to make you guys want to work your position on that board. On Friday morning we will put place numbers on each photo, starting with mine, as Number 1 and I will remove my photo on week two. For week five we'll switch to the photograph of an object to test the skill and creativity of us all. The subject will be a solitary wood match against or amid any setting but the match must have dominance. Anything goes."

That released a real buzz of brief conversation before Darcy said back to work. He spent the morning reading office manuals and reports and in the afternoon looked over profiles with Lenora of in-house women who might be suitable as his PA.

"Where are the male candidates?"

"I didn't wish to waste your time presenting their profiles."

"Why aren't one of your staff doing this with me?"

"I wanted to be with you a little, to have you looking at me with carnal interest. I'm five years older than you and my husband is twelve years older than me. I was thinking a bouncy time with you say once a month could keep me in good shape sexually."

"Why not?"

"Oooh, thank you. Now here she is, single, well qualified, slightly younger than you with legs that go right up to her...well, very long legs indeed. She is rather sweet."

"No thanks. In the block of my rented apartment are dozens of long, leggy women, including quite a number of airline flight attendants. My cup will runneth over if that's what I want. No, I'll have Ida Smith."

"But she's fifty-five with adult children?"

"So? Is she set in her ways?"

"No, she's actually very competent and flexible."

"Then please fetch her and if she likes me she is my choice."

Mrs Smith liked Darcy, obviously, speaking to him warmly and asking where his parents lived. When she left Darcy said, "Please arrange her transfer."

Mrs Smith joined the department two days later.

Lenora had a lot of hair around her slit and Darcy said, "Tut-tut." 

She giggled. They were both a little drunk.

"May I trim it before we get started?"

"Yes but Frank is going to have a fit."

"Go on; it's unlikely he'll notice."

With that job done Darcy got on with the job she wanted from him: to fuck her athletically. Within an hour she was hoarse from screaming. She had to stay the night because she was truly fucked. She did call Frank to say she's met an old friend and apologized for being late calling. He said she sounded drunk and she said she was. Frank said he wanted her to stay because she sounded in no condition to drive. Lenora dropped down beside Darcy to find he was already asleep, astonished she'd not been asked by her husband who was the friend. 

Darcy arrived at work next day feeling a little worse for the wear, took a call from managing partner Robert Twill and felt a whole lot worse. Gallery museum Mrs St Leger wanted to see them at 10:30 'to look your new chappie over'. Robert said the old bitch was English. 

Darcy's female staff had been helpful, two of them coming to him and explaining earnestly that it was politically incorrect to call females babes or for that matter bimbos even if the speaker was the boss. He thanked them gravely and committed political infamy by staring at their swinging asses and seamed-stocking legs as they walked away. An older woman from the darkroom whispered that he should stop calling Tammy 'Pet;' because that could be misconstrued to mean he was rejecting the given name of a physically handicapped employee. 

Darcy felt steam coming out of the back of his shirt but said politely, "Thank you Janice." 

In five days on the job no one had offered him any worthwhile tip or constructive advice. That annoyed him. Workers were so fucking pathetic.

"Here dear," said Mrs Smith with political incorrectness. "Drink this and you'll see a new world."

He drank it and felt a weight beginning to lift (as Mrs Smith took her hand off his shoulder) and his eyes watered but that was clearing, as were a gag and two hearty coughs.

"What was that mix?"

"Milk of magnesia, four ground aspirin, a teaspoon of Lea & Perrins Worchester Sauce, one egg yolk and a quarter of a cup of brandy."

"I thought I was feeling worse; now I don't know."

"Give it ten minutes and you'll be chasing me around the office."

"But I have excellent eyesight."

"Saucy hunk," smiled Mrs Smith, swaying her mass.

Ten minutes later Darcy was wondering if he was feeling better when Irene Kennedy, who possessed the best legs in the entire agency of some one hundred and twenty females bent over to pull something from a filing cabinet. Darcy's dick snapped to attention but unfortunately it was bent over in his briefs, causing him agony. He was snorting, attempting to deal with it when Irene raced in.

"Can I help? I saw you were in trouble. Oh god do you have cramp of the penis? Here let my help you. Darcy tried to wave her away but only succeeded in sending his coffee over his computer keyboard.

"Oh fuck," he groaned.

"You won't be doing any of that with cramp consuming this thing," she said, oozing sympathy. She had him unzipped and her hand inside his briefs before Darcy had time to push her away.

"Oh God, it's not right one man can have so much. You are twice as big as Alec. I don't want to rub it in case..."

"Thanks Irene. This is terribly embarrassing. Please go."

"Yes of course. Perhaps you can thank me by taking me to a bar a little away from here one evening."

When recovered Darcy toweled up the coffee and called the fascinated Mrs Smith, who'd been watching the carry-on through her window. He asked for a new keyboard from supplies.

As he was leaving for the meeting Mrs Smith said, "I'd never thought Irene would have the courage to pull out the boss's dick during office hours when anyone passing would have spotted her obscene behavior."

"Irene was doing me a favor."

"I bet." 

Darcy thought of fleeing but had a better idea. "Mrs Smith, what you gave me to drink has improved my health no end and I think the fumes are a powerful aphrodisiac and attracted poor Irene who was powerless to resist."

"Blatant sexual misconduct in the office is one thing Darcy and I am prepared to overlook it, but lying to me is something I cannot stomach. I..."

Darcy fled.

CHAPTER 4

Bonnie was desperately unhappy. Her mother was practically consuming her life. Bonnie was permitted to leave for work at 6:45 and was expected to by home by 3:30 or else call to explain the delay. On Saturday she was expected to do the washing and clean the house all morning and from noon she was permitted to go out till midnight. On Sunday she had to take her mother in her wheelchair to church. In the afternoon her mother's friends visited or she visited friends and Bonnie had to accompany her. Her mother cooked all the meals and washed up, refusing assistance, because she liked having something to do. She had bouts of depression but had medication to keep it under reasonable control. Bonnie had Sunday evenings off to do what she wished. Every day or two she had to promise she'd 'never see that awful man again', the awful man being Bonnie's darling. She was in email contact with Kevin and Louise and they kept her informed about Darcy who returned to Chicago occasionally.

Bonnie was terrified her virtual imprisonment could last for years, perhaps twenty years. To get he mind off her despair she began studying on-line and found she had the capacity to take three advance diplomas to add to her degree in nursing. She believed that would give her sufficient to gain a Masters in Science degree in nursing. It was tempting to email Darcy but she wanted to free him from his attachment to her to allow him to find love elsewhere. She horrified herself by occasionally planning her own freedom by devising ways to kill her mother. She knew she couldn't do that any more that she could walk away from her mother and thus provoke his mother into killing herself as she'd threatened. Her mother went for a walk on fine afternoons. Perhaps she might get knocked down by a vehicle and killed? It surprised Bonnie that thought didn't heap guilt on her. Fortunately working at the hospital and studying most nights brought her peace of mind and made more sense of her life.

* * *

The hawked-nosed woman who smelt of lavender had an oil painting on her office wall that Darcy guessed would have a value in excess of $2 million. She poured from the teapot. As the milk went in Robert and Darcy had the look of men thinking they were being served poison.

"Is that Twinings tea Mrs St Leger?"

"Oh very good Mr Farnsworth." 

"Early Grey I should think, my mother drinks it."

"And you don't?"

"No, but I shall be polite."

"You are an honest gentleman. She called out, "Mary, two coffees for the gentlemen please."

"I-I'll try and hope to like it."

Mrs St Leger ignored Robert's insincere late initiative.

"What can you gentlemen tell me about my painting."

Robert said confidentially, "It's an oil."

"Oh very good. And what else?"

The heavy frame is fine quality."

"And you Mr Farnsworth?"

"I recognize it so it's not a test Mrs St Leger."

"Advertising executives are sneaky devils Mr Farnsworth. They don't even trust each other. Detail please."

"Christine Brighouse, Baltimore, 1877-1930. She completed it 1927 and it is titled, A Snow Cover Pony Pasture. The pony was long dead and it was her pony pasture when she was a girl. She'd purchased her old home in 1923 and lived there in summers. The painting went on a touring exhibition and then disappeared into a private collection. Did your late father purchase it?"

"Oh, very clever and almost correct. The only purchaser was my maternal grandfather and it has passed down in the family. I, not the museum, own it. How did you know so much about it?"

"We had a fundraising night at the university -- students against tutors. The tutors had to donated one hundred dollars for each painting they failed to recognize. We students paid five dollars and were taken into debt. Our tutors were too clever for us but we got $100 credit each off each of them for failing to recognize it. My interest grew in it and I used Miss Brighouse as my American painter to study."

"So you know what killed her?"

"Yes, riding a kid's pony as a bit of a giggle. She fell off and struck her head on a post. I studied other American painters after that, looking for other tragic deaths and found them."

After finishing tea and coffee Mrs St Leger escorted the men through some of the gallery and as they were leaving she said, "Mr Twill, if I request Mr Farnsworth to be in charge of our account totally do you have a problem with that?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I shall stay with your agency. Please personally supervise that he does not fail me. Good morning gentlemen."

On the way back to the office Robert said, "You clinched that by recognizing the painting but I'm astonished your memory recall was so clear."

"I cheated. I looked in our files and found a brochure we produced for the museum. There was a wide-angle photo of Mrs St Leger at her desk and on the left I could see half of that painting and recognized it. I looked up my study notes on the web in the archives of my university and refreshed my memory on that artist, expecting to be asked by Mrs St Leger about that painting."

Robert grinned. "We need more people like you in our company.

* * *

Irene Kennedy twice hinted at the drink Darcy owed her for attending to him when he suffered what she called 'penis cramp,' so one Friday night he invited her to a bar for a drink. They met at a quiet bar out of the city center and had an enjoyable time. It turned out Irene wasn't married but may as well have been because she'd lived with the guy for nine years.

Just as they were leaving Darcy invited her to his apartment but she declined and declined his offer to take her to a hotel. She still looked interested though. He took her arm as they walked out through the backdoor to their cars and he said, a little awkwardly, "Then this is it?"

"I don't mind if you kiss me."

They merged and kissed and Darcy soon had her moaning, so assumed she was ready for it. He leaned her against her car, still kissing her and as he felt down over her belly she began tonguing him for the first time and he felt her legs open. He still wasn't totally confidence but was motivated where hearing, "Push it into me."

As Darcy unzipped she pulled her dress up high.

"No knickers," he whispered.

"They're in my handbag. I removed them in the restroom. I was hoping I'd sample your long fat cock tonight Darcy but I won't make a habit of it."

"That's fine."

"Wait," she said, as she pushed him away so she could get clear of the car. She sat on her heels and sucked him till he was wet and then returned to her original position. She told him she was on the pill.

They were under a light, not caring, and both looked down as Darcy fed some of his eager cock in, but it was hard going. Irene lifted her right leg up and out. Darcy caught that leg in the crook of his arm and they were away, his length sliding into her virtually all the way in one smooth forward push.

"I'm not small am I?"

"It's a pleasure not to have to grunt my way in."

"You are so kind."

Darcy found she was surprisingly good moving her body and assisting to minimize discomfort and catching his rhythm well in her forward presses. From that he assumed it was not the first time she'd been fucked standing up. They ignored two couples arriving and laughing friendly enough as they went by. One of the woman in a slurred voice saying, 'Give him one for me."

Finally Irene stiffened and she expelled breath and sucked air back in rather noisily and then Darcy felt her release run over his balls and down the inside of his left thigh.

"Bang it into me -- I don't want it over my clothes," she said. Darcy obliged and pumped and pumped quite a little flood of semen deep into it.

"God, if we did this often we could become really good," she sighed and kissed him deeply before taking her panties from her handbag and cleaning herself.

Darcy opened his trunk and emerged with two hand towels, passing Irene one. "I never know, when, with whom and where I'm going to conduct my next round of sexual activity so I travel prepared," he grinned.

Irene stooped to look at her watch. "It's not too late. Want to do me doggie over my trunk -- do you have a rug?" Darcy pulled out a rug from his trunk.

Darcy took his role at the agency very seriously, wanting to establish and grow a reputation. So he pushed for emphasis in outdoor and studio filming and photography on 'creativity, composition and clarity,' earning a nickname for himself of CCC Darcy. He did all the camerawork for the museum's new brochure and thus quietly earned the respect of his team because this was Darcy in action commercially rather than performing a one-off wonder feat in India taking a huge risk that could have killed him.

That brochure led to unexpected focus on Darcy. The star of the current TV series hit 'Texan Women Don't Back Off ' Cleo Jones appeared on a TV 'Entertainment This Week' show and was asked what she hated most and the reply was "Forgetting my mom's birthday...she turns fifty this year." The interviewer said send her a present now and Cleo replied her father was wealthy so her mom had everything. The interviewer said, well send her a lovely photo of yourself. Darcy who was watching noticed Cleo's eyes widen so picked up his phone and called the independent film company who made the show Texan Women Don't Back Off and was told to call back in the morning. He did and next afternoon was at the studio talking to the assistant director of the show.




Darcy, Come Home & Find a Bride



"Here comes Cleo now...why don't you ask her yourself?"

Darcy handed Cleo his card and she autographed it. As she handed it back Darcy said, "I want to take your photo for your mom's birthday?" Cleo flipped over the card and said in surprise, you really are a photographer."

A couple of hours later Darcy talked to Cleo during the lunch break and as a result he took a photo of her ice-skating at Galleria Dallas and she absolutely adored the result as her mother would a few weeks later when the big photo arrived by courier. Cleo had said he mom had spent hours and hours with her at the local skating rink when Cleo was a young girl and had made her a white costume with stars on it. Darcy insister Cleo get a similar costume made for her and spent more than an hour on a small platform on the rink, with Cleo skating towards him. The crowd grew and more skaters took to the ice, pleasing the rink manager. Finally Darcy was satisfied and Cleo yelled at him, "You beast, look at me...I'm turning blue." She didn't speak to him again and disappeared while Darcy packed up with a big grin. He thought one of those shots just after they started the shoot would be the one, and so it was. He sent a 10 by 8 proof to her and she called back two hours later weeping.

"I've just opened your package. This will bring my mom to her knees, crying, bringing back all those memories. You are a genius."

Cleo kept the photograph secret until after her mom received it on her birthday with a bouquet of flowers. Her parents were living in a small town in British Columbia and as the show was on a tight schedule to finish the series final Cleo was unable to attend the birthday party. She then handed a copy of the photo to her agent who was no jerk. He swung into action and the photo was published in newspapers and magazines and Cleo was invited back to the 'Entertainment This Week' show where she obliged and lifted her skirt up to her panties to show what the interviewer called, 'Your fabulous legs that none of us who watch you each week knew you had'. No one complained of course but the TV station received almost two hundred letters in praise of Cleo and a day after the TV station announced that response her current production company had signed her up and had contracted a male and female script writing duo to write the story of a young girl rising to become a famous skater, Cleo to play the adult lead.

Darcy appeared everywhere with Cleo for almost two months before they parted. He enjoyed it but quickly came to believe she was a great actress faking orgasms. She liked the event over quickly and only doggie and he was not to squeeze her breasts or suck them because she wanted to keep her figure and her skin perfect. They parted because Darcy had become bored with her and used the opportunity of finding her in bed with one of her girlfriends to say goodbye Cleo.

Not that it was a waste of time. Cleo was actually a very entertaining, warm woman and in the weeks to follow after the much-publicized split Darcy knew he'd not only acquired the reputation he sought, but it was growing. High profile women were calling him to photograph them. It really hit Darcy when he returned to Chicago to visit his parents. Someone on the aircraft must have recognized him and used a special purpose 'air phone' to call airport media in Chicago. A small group of photographers and reporters were there to meet him to claim the guy who'd broken up with Cleo Jones was a Chicagoan. His waiting parents and sister Dallas were hugely surprised at the attention he received as when the media finished with him strangers approached to shake his hand.

His mother Diane kissed him and said in awe, "My son you are famous" and Dallas kissed him as if she were kissing a film or ice hockey star.

"Guys this will die," he said, knowing that to be true.

"We've seen you on TV and pictured with Cleo in magazines," said Dallas. "Bonnie will have too."

A tug pulled at Darcy's heart. He'd not thought of Bonnie in weeks. Well obviously it was over.

* * *

Happiness had returned to Bonnie's life. She was on the last leg to completing her masters degree and had a little affair going with a junior doctor but knew he was also seeing a little of another nurse who was married. The jerk but at least she had the enjoyment of sex again.

Her mother was on stronger medication for depression but Bonnie no longer minded; it was just a fact of life. She knew she'd lost Darcy because she'd seen him in magazines escorting the lovely Cleo Jones. When the magazines screamed the break up of that relationship Bonnie had been aware she'd felt no emotion beyond initial interest. She'd accepted long ago her mother had destroyed her relationship with Darcy.

One afternoon when out on her afternoon walk her, mother was attacked on the sidewalk by two dogs. They pulled her screaming to the ground and tore at her face and throat. Horrified witnesses drawn from their homes by the screams were quoted in the media as saying it would have been over in seconds for the victim before local resident Mr Mattock arrived with a baseball bat and killed one dog and drove off the other that was later handed in by the owner to be destroyed.

Bonnie was upset of course, her mother having such a terrible death. Although she realized she was free, emotionally that meant nothing to her, at least not then. 

Her father began bringing his mistress home for a drink soon after the funeral and that callowness resulted in Bonnie resigning from her job. She had been granted bereavement leave so used that time to intensifying her studying. Kevin arrived within six hours of the death and stayed on and rowed with their father almost daily, although Kevin wasn't aware of the mistress. She only showed up the day after Kevin and his wife Louise, Dallas and Mick and the women's mother Diane returned to Chicago together. 

The woman Elizabeth was married, without children, and her brazenness made Bonnie feel almost sick at times, sitting on her father's knee when Bonnie was in the room, fiddling with him, acting like a whore. Her father appeared indifferent to both women. Bonnie endured the display, making a stand because it was her family house and she had more right to be there that Elizabeth and the bitch was probably attempting to drive Bonnie away.

She did drive Bonnie away. A week after the funeral Bonnie packed up and moved into a rented room and stayed there until she'd worked out her time at the hospital. Out of all that bleakness came one bright spot -- she was given a lovely farewell on the Friday evening. She'd always been aware she was very popular in that hospital environment that had become her refuge. Her best friends then took her out to dinner and the cab ride home to near emptiness was almost too much to bear.

The next day, already packed, Bonnie went to the airport to head for Dallas. She had leased her friend's apartment for four months by which time she ought to have graduated with her higher degree and could begin to hunt for a job. She'd always planned to go to Dallas to advance her career. The fact that Darcy resided in Dallas didn't change anything. Two days later she found the type of job she was looking for -- a senior nurse educator for pediatric critical care, five year's clinical experience and a masters in nursing preferred. She worked out the estimated salary and her eyes watered. She filled out her details in applying for an interview.

Three week's later Bonnie was short-listed and three weeks after that won the position, to start in 30 days. Coincidentally she would have finished her final exams by then. 

Bonnie went home and that night got drunk, alone, celebrating, believing she was a new woman, having broken through the pain and despair barriers and now had a new life ahead of her.

She woke up next morning groaning with a split headache and knowing there was vomit spewed during the night on the bathroom floor to clean up. 

"Welcome to my new life."

Bonnie cackled in laughter, quite amazed. "I've cracked a joke!"

A couple of months later on a Saturday morning Bonnie stopped in her tracks, ignoring an inner voice urging her to run. The caller had said, "Bonnie...Bonnie is that you?"

She turned and faced Darcy Farnsworth.

* * *

Darcy couldn't believe his luck. Fancy running into Bonnie and he had the full day and night free. Whoa boy, be Mr Cool. She might not even like you after what she's been through.

"Hi, how are you?" he said inadequately and making no attempt to clutch her. She was thinner but her tits...Whoa boy! She looked healthy and robust.

"I'm fine."

"You look robust."

"There's a gym where I work and I use it twice a day."

"You're living in Dallas?"

Connie said yes, for a little over three months.

"I was sorry to hear about your mother's death."

The reply was a firm, "That's all behind mw now."

Darcy couldn't help himself. "Are you dating?" He cringed. "Oh Bonnie, please disregard that."

"No it's fine," she said flashing a smile. "I'm not going steady with anyone."

"I'm popping in here for breakfast," Darcy said. "Please join me."

"I've had a muffin at home." Then she eyed him. "Do you live near here?"

"Yes, I've purchased an apartment just along from that apartment we stayed at. Please don't get mad at me but I thought you might return here one day and we might run into each other. It was a long shot and the real truth is I like the neighborhood."

She smiled and said she'd join him for a cup of coffee.

Darcy fussed over seating Bonnie as if seating a princess.

"You work in advertising I understand?"

"Did. I was fired. I run my own photography studio now, working for clients who are prepared to pay expensively for top results and I'm now know to deliver to expectations or even exceed them."

"And your romance with Cleo Jones?"

"Who? Oh yeah," Darcy grinned. "She would have frustrated another dozen guys since them. She dropped me when I was not longer useful to her career."

Bonnie smiled. "You know there are few guys around who are as honest as you are. Why did the advertising agency fire you?"

Darcy wriggled uncomfortably and pulled at the next of his yellow polo. "It's embarrassing and would only disgust you."

"I know you'd never steal or be involved in a corrupt practice or take a woman by force. Tell me. Me embarrassed -- I'm a nurse remember."

"I had a photo contest for my team of film and still photographers and I took part. It was a photo of a match to dominate its environment."

"And you were fired for that?

"If you knew about photography you would appreciate that was an awesome challenge, inviting some pathetic results. But everyone tried and submitted their print to our Girl Friday who wrote their name on the back of the print and file them away until it was time to post them. We left them on the notice board and everyone voted and when the winning photo was turned over it was mine. A notice was place under it proclaiming it as a winner with a caption: A matchstick coated in green phosphorus on a mushroom placed on a mushroom, photographer: Darcy Farnsworth."

"Oh how clever and innovative."

"Um that's not the embarrassing part. I was too clever for my own good. A week later I foolishly posted the full photograph and there were plenty of laughs and some serious outrage. A group went to the big boss and lodged a complaint and not all of them were women. Robert the boss demanded I apologize but I refused and he thought that was the end of that but then one of the women said unless I apologized to everyone individually she'd make an employment misconduct issue of it. Robert demanded I apologize on the terms she demanded. I refused and he fired me. You see the photo showed the photo was taken in very dim natural lighting and the matchstick was stuck in the clipped pussy of a dark-skinned young woman who lives in my apartment block."

Bonnie slapped her hand over her mouth and when in control managed, "That was disgusting Darcy" and then burst out laughing.

"I was ready to leave, as advertising photography is all about what the client wants, with artistry very low down on the list. If I had fought I may have kept my job. So I dropped from a good salary down to zilch. I called Cleo's manager who promised he'd send some young kids with money who were hoping to make it big in the entertainment business to me and he did, and is still doing that. I now pay him a commission. I then approached my former advertising clients about their photography requirements and got a few but accepted a check for $20,000 from my advertising company boss to stop doing that. Now people are just calling me up and I'm back into making good money again so can keep my apartment."

"That's good. I am very pleased for you."

As they were leaving Darcy asked, "How about a movie some time?"

Bonnie shook her head.

"Um what about we meet here on Saturday's for breakfast."

Bonnie hesitated and then said okay; she'd like that. They exchanged phone numbers. 

Late the next week Bonnie called Darcy. "Our chief surgeon has submitted an article to 'Nursing Review' about the importance of good team nursing and the magazine wants a quality photograph urgently. Can you come and do it for us?"

"Yes, I'm on my way. Give me the exact location and have a draft of the story for me to read and then I want complete access throughout your department."

"Not acute critical care. A photographer would agitate the already upset parents."

"Then the theatres."

"We haven't time to get the approval through administration."

"Fuck Bonnie, you have me cut off at the balls. How else can I use creativity?"

"Your language hasn't improved since you used to date me!"

"Bonnie, let's not divert. Just have your chief surgeon gowned up and waiting for me."

Darcy took a medium format camera and two remote flashlights on stand and cursed at the distance he had to lug the equipment from the public parking lot. He was refused closer parking because he was without authorization.

Darcy greeted him calmly, looking sexy in her very modern nurse's uniform. He silently fumed when finding the chief surgeon was a woman and looking far too pretty and made up; he was hoping for a square-jawed, tired eyed male.

Darcy read through the résumé. No help there. He looked up and saw what he wanted: Three nurses, two with blood on their gowns, standing over a gurney looking at a little kid, out to it. The nurses were smiling. He pushed the surgeon over to join the group. She protested that the child wasn't her patient.

"Who cares?"

He pushed the surgeon between the two nurses with soiled gowns. The surgeon pulled up her mask and Darcy order her to take it back down. 

"My lipstick will be smeared," she wailed.

"Who cares?" Darcy said and asked the third nurse to stand away.

"You can't take that photo until those nurses are in clean gowns," Connie shouted.

"Shouldn't this wee patient be heading for post-op recovery?" Darcy snarled.

There wasn't time to set up remote flashlight.

He took three exposures and then growled -- only the surgeon smiles. He took that exposure and grinned. "I have your pic Doc. You nurses get this kid to post-op. Doc come over and take a look. This is a digital camera.

"Oh my," said the surgeon. 

Bonnie pressed against Darcy to take a look. "Oh Darcy, that's wonderful."

For a moment Darcy thought she was about to kiss him.

They met for breakfast the next two Saturdays, and Bonnie was back to her careful self. No way was she going to give an inch.

On the Wednesday after their last breakfast, Bonnie called him sounding highly excited and asked could they meet at a bar at 6:30. Dr Mason-Fuller wished to buy them a drink.

"Why?"

"Can it wait?"

"Yes."

Bonnie gave him the address. When Darcy entered Bonnie kissed him and then stood aside to allow the surgeon in her early fifties to kiss him. The surgeon said, "You have made me a very, very happy woman."

They were no further explanation. Darcy gave Bonnie a raised eyebrow. She pulled out a magazine and that final shot he'd captured was on the front cover of 'Nursing Review'.

"That the first time anyone in our hospital has made front cover."

"That's good."

Bonnie frowned. "You don't seem to realize the significance. This magazine circulates nationally."

"Oh, that's good."

"Exasperated, Bonnie said, "Our hospital has been deluged with calls."

Dr Mason-Fuller leaned over and clutched Darcy's arm. "That photo drew everyone's attention to my article. Callers have said it is the most realistic photo to ever appear on the magazine's cover and the expressions showed our triumph over adversity as one caller was reported as saying. As a result of this Bonnie and I have been recruited to address a huge medical convention in Houston in September -- not one of the optional presentations but a plenary session. The importance of having a nurse educator attached to a surgical team has been elevated to that importance."

"We're told some 8000 to 10,000 delegates will attend that convention," Bonnie said in awe. 

Dr Mason-Fuller left after an hour.

Bonnie said softly, "Do you want to go to a movie?"

"Yeah, a dinner after?"

"Well, providing we split after dinner."

Although tormented, Darcy put on a brave face and said warmly, "That's fine."

He returned home that evening with a huge desire to shaft a woman, but that wasn't going to happen, was it? Darcy went down to the pool half an hour before closing and found the only other people using the amenity were the cute Manson sisters.

"Hello Darcy, come and join us, but off with that swimsuit. We're swimming bare."

Adopting a wolfish smile Darcy leapt into the water and pulled off his swimsuit. The sisters converged on him, wearing huge smiles but remaining absolutely silent and he knew that must be difficult for a females.

On night, two weeks later, Darcy was on TV as the guest of the presenter who said he'd taken the best portrait shot of her she'd ever had taken, and she'd had commissioned more than a dozen.

Julia Barron said to the live studio audience, "Just look at this will you?"

Pushing fifty, Julia looked like a sexy 40-year-old in the photo and yet had nothing exposed.

The audience clapped and she said, "Even my mom loves it. He went against all trends, making me remove most of my make up. Darcy took it in my home, rather than his studio. My husband was hovering ever so suspiciously and almost had a seizure when Darcy said I was to change into my tightest bra and not to wear stockings or even panties. He then asked Owen for a beer and I returned and I can tell you I have difficulty ever recall seeing Owen looking so relaxed. 'What's all this about Darcy?' I asked."

"I didn't want your husband in the room but he was so uptight and refused to go. So I got him relaxed knowing that would make you relaxed. Too much make up conceals facial character and even women who'll look at your portrait will check out your boobs so I wanted them to look powerful."

Julia had the audience screaming in laughter when she said, "Powerful looking boobs? I wanted my husband out of there because I wanted to take Darcy like an animal. But Owen just sat there and I knew I couldn't get him to leave us."

When the laughter abated she said, "Powerful boobs? I heard the ancient cry of a man and although I have obeyed my marriage vows I felt weak at the knees and felt very vulnerable, too vulnerable to avoid panting. And then my handsome photographer said, 'Get your butt over here where I want you. So I dragged my plump butt over to where he indicated and said to myself, 'Dream on girl'.

"Why don't you want me wearing knickers?" I asked. "And he said, 'Because I want you moving fluidly and without elastic digging in down there."




Darcy's Designated Driver



"I'm not drunk you know."

"I know, sweetie," I said without looking over at her at all. She was drunk.

"I'm just...tipsy! Like...pleasantly...buzzing, y'know?"

"Uh-huh." She was drunk.

"Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzz!"

"Stop that or I'll swat you," I deadpanned. Darcy didn't really drink that often so it didn't take all that much to pretty well do her in. "Look, I believe you, okay?"

"Liar! Asshole! You're just humoring me and I know it. You're laughing at me! I hate you! I HATE you!"

"No, honey," I calmly corrected, "I'm taking care of you. That's why you wanted me to be your designated driver tonight, remember? In case you overdid it."

"I knooooooow..." she drawled apologetically as her shoulders drooped, "I loooove you."

"Of course you do."

"And thank you for taking care of me but I'm fine. I'm really, really fine. I am totally NOT as think as you drunk I am. HAHAHA!"

I chuckled at the old joke and wondered if she'd made it purposely. "Okay, we've been sitting here in the car long enough now. You think you're ready to try again to get out on your own or do you need a little assistance? It's time to get you upstairs to bed."

"Why, sir! Exactly what kind of a woman do you think I am anyway?"

"The kind that's been sitting here outside your apartment building for about a half hour now unable to make even the least amount of progress toward getting out of my damn car. Come on. I'm gonna come around and get your door, hon." She smiled a pretty smile as I opened it up and extended her my hand. She grasped it and I pulled hard but carefully, finally coaxing her small frame out of the passenger seat.

"HAH! Told you I could do it," she said.

"Yeah, yeah," I said as we walked toward the steep, intimidating staircase up to her second floor apartment. "Okay, here comes the tough part," I said with resignation. After another twenty minutes or so that would have made Laurel and Hardy proud, the two of us somehow managed to get up the stairs in one piece...or two pieces as the case may be.

"WHEW! Made it. Your work here is through, oh great Jedi," she said as she stood leaning on her open door. "Time for me to get into my pj's and go sleepy-bye."

"Well then go right ahead 'cause I won't be able to get any rest until I know you're safely tucked in and sleeping it off, got it?"

"Okey-dokey, then. I warn you now you're about to get an eyeful, Mister Pervie McPerv." With that I followed her into her bedroom where she immediately pulled her shirt up and started to take it off. Then she grinned like a Cheshire cat and turned away from me, pulling it up over her head and tossing it at the wall. She grabbed at the clasps on her thin beige bra but in her current state couldn't quite get them undone. "Baby, could you...?" she asked. I walked closer and unsnapped it for her, leaving her smooth back completely bare and just inches away from me. The room was chilly but I could suddenly feel the warmth from her body. She looked over her shoulders and blew me a kiss. She held her arms across her bosoms but I was still seeing a hell of a lot more of her young, bouncy breasts than I'd ever seen before. I lost my concentration when I suddenly heard her zipper unzip. Her jeans fell at her feet revealing a pair of full, scarlet underpants. Instinctively I looked away. I was at least trying to be a gentleman but the image was immediately burned into the pleasure centers of my brain. When I glanced back she had turned around and was pulling a short nightshirt down over her boobs. I could still see her panties, however, and my eyes were drawn to a rather obvious wet spot right at the crotch. I took a very deep breath. I kept telling myself she was drunk...but I wasn't at all sure myself was listening anymore. I was pretty sure SHE wasn't.

"Hey!" she practically yelled as she plopped down on her big fluffy bed and pulled the covers up over her legs, "Earth to you! If you're gonna tuck me, tuck me now dumbass or I'm gonna fall asleep without you." 

"Sorry. Got distracted there for a sec."

"Woo-hoo! I'll just bet you did, buddy." She stuck her tongue out playfully at me. "Come on. I'm tired. I'll call you in a couple days when I wake up, okay? Love you...Buh-bye."

I was thankful she was so close to nodding off. I had started to worry that I couldn't make it. I was also thankful I had worn baggy pants so Darcy couldn't notice my hard-on. She closed her eyes and I pulled the cover the rest of the way up as I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. 

Just then her eyes flitted open and she said, "Uh-oh."

"What 'uh-oh?" I groaned.

"Uh-oh, I gotta go potty."

I sighed audibly. "Fine. I'll just see myself out then. Good night and..."

With that she threw off the covers and sat up, grabbing my arm in the process. "Oh, no you don't. What if I fall or something?"

"I'm sure you've done this before," I countered as I attempted to evade her grasp. 

"I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me?" she pouted.

"That doesn't mean...UGH! Fine! Come on, I'll wait outside for you."

She leaned her sleepy head on my shoulder as we walked slowly down the dimly lit hallway to the tiny bathroom. It felt nice. Nice enough that my stiffie continued at full mast. I tried to think of football or Star Trek to make it go down but nothing helped. I clicked the light on for her and told her I'd wait right outside. "I really gotta go," she moaned. She stumbled in, hiked up her shirt and started to pull down her underwear. 

"Jeez!" I thought as I pulled the door closed behind her and turned away. "She's drunk, drunk, drunk," I thought again. "This would be SO wrong on SO many freaking levels."

"Hey!" she yelled from inside. 

"What?"

"There's no paper in here."

"What?" I repeated.

"There's NO fucking toilet paper, dammit! There's more in the pantry over in the kitchen. I need you to bring it to me." 

God hated me. I don't know when I pissed him off or how but in spite of my best efforts to be good, I could feel myself seeping into my shorts. I stepped into the kitchen pantry and literally stepped ON the toilet paper. I grabbed the 6 pack and went back. "Okay, I've got it."

After a long few seconds, she responded, "Well?"

"Oh. Uh..."

"This is the easy part, I swear. Just open-- the door-- and hand me-- the toilet paper."

"Here ya go!" I tentatively pushed the door open just a crack and tossed the 6 pack in.

"Oww! You lunkheaded labradoodle! I only needed a roll, not the whole damn pack. MEN!" Soon after, the door opened wide and she walked out sticking her tongue out at me again. "All right. Thank you. Bedtime. Go 'way now."

I sighed a sigh of relief. Like Mary Tyler Moore, I was going to make it after all. I got her back to the bedroom and was about to offer my goodnights yet again when I noticed something as she climbed back into bed. No underwear. Even in the dim streetlight from the window, I got a view of her shapely ass that would have made the moon jealous. "Umm...you forget something?"

"Silly," she giggled as she sat facing me on the bed, "My panties were kinda gross so I chucked 'em in the laundry basket in the bathroom. You like?" As she said that, she lifted her nightshirt in a wave and flashed her hairy pussy at me. "Woo-hoo!"

"Look," I said as sternly as I was capable of at that moment, "I really need to leave. Right. Now."

"Awww, why?" she asked in a sing-songy voice as her fingers absentmindedly started fondling her mound down there. "C'mere...You know you want to."

"D'arcy..."

"C'mon. I'm just kidding. Seriously. I just want to kiss you goodnight and thank you again for everything. C'mere. Please?"

"Okay, but this time I'm leaving before something happens that one of us would regret...and I almost hate to say it but it wouldn't be me." I walked up to her and quickly kissed her on her forehead.

"That's supposed to be a kiss? Motherfucker! That's an insult is what THAT was! Here." With that, she grabbed me and pulled me off balance onto the bed, mashing her lips to mine noisily and at the same time grabbing my hand and bringing it down to her syrupy vagina. I knew all hope was lost from that point so I immediately gave up my resolve and started doing what she seemed to want--I started rubbing her soaked bush. She just kept kissing me.

When Darcy finally pulled her lips away, I could see in her eyes that she no longer expected me to leave. I couldn't help but wonder if she ever really had. She fluffed up the pillows behind her and pushed herself up against the headboard, spreading her legs in the process. With a big, inviting smile, she pulled the edge of the nightshirt up above her waist, leaving her slit open invitingly wide right there in front of me. A sudden whiff of her hit my nostrils and I breathed it in deeply which made her giggle just a little. I didn't bother to undress at all. I just leaned down and tentatively ran my tongue through her thick pubic hair, savoring the deep, musky flavors that I had apparently helped create. She brought her hands up to the back of my head and gently forced me even closer to the powerful, beckoning aroma of her pussy. I repositioned myself for comfort and slipped my hands under her thighs to grasp her amazing ass. Then I just went to town, brother!

I wiggled my tongue around the fuzzy outsides of her lips, up and down, over and over and over. That seemed to cause her to secrete more of her delicious sauce so I kept at it, swabbing her slick, half-hidden little clit with every circle. I was going to be picking pubic hairs out of my teeth for days.

This is when I found out Darcy was loud--really loud--moaning and cursing and grunting with total abandon. Hello neighbors! Obviously I was doing something right as her hands continued to keep my head from going anywhere...not that I would have at that point! The slick sides of her sweating thighs crushed in around my ears, somewhat muffling the noise. I could literally feel them trembling.

With a silence and then a squeal that started out high and swiftly headed for dog whistle territory, Darcy came, all the while pushing my head back and forth into her shaking, sopping crotch. I didn't mind. The taste, the smell and just the feel of her was somehow both a comfort and a turn-on. I was very pleased that I had so quickly been able to satisfy her, especially as I had been long out of practice on the classic sport of Olympic muff-diving. 

When her vice grip on my head finally loosened, I pulled it back and she looked at me and smiled a tired, happy smile. "You've got something on your face," she said.

I wiped at the stickiness that permeated my short beard and then sniffed and licked my fingers. "I think it's you," I said. That made her laugh a hearty laugh. As I stood up on rather wobbly legs, I looked at my friend all sprawled out on her purple silk sheets. I watched her belly rise and fall with every deep breath she was taking. I felt like one of us should say something about what had just happened but all I could think about was the discomfort in my pants as the biggest fucking hard-on I had ever had was begging to get loose. "Excuse me," I said as I reached inside my belt to straighten it so I'd be more comfortable. "Sorry. Just...need to...ahhh!...straighten things a bit."

"Oh, really? You, ummm...could actually let him out, you know. After what just happened, I really don't think I'd mind, do you?"

"What DID just happen?" I asked half seriously.

"Omigod, weren't you paying attention?" She tossed a silk encased purple pillow at me at that point. "I mean, seriously, are we gonna, like, have to do all that over again?"

"What?"

"Not that I'd mind, you understand. But I wanna see HIM," she giggled pointing at the obvious throbbing tent in my pants. C'mere..."

"Darcy...Seriously..."

"You think I'm not serious? C'mere!"

She sat back a bit and pulled her shirt up and over her head, leaving her now totally naked just a few feet away from me and already reeking of sex! Her legs were a little stubbly and I could see a bruise on her knee. Her underarms had visible traces of powder, the bottoms of her feet were dirty and by this point her hair was sweaty and all messed up. That said, I thought she was, at that exact moment, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I had, of course, fantasized about her breasts before and snuck as many discreet peeks as I could down her blouse but the real thing was amazing. They weren't porn star tits. That was what I liked best. They looked soft and comfortable with very hard and very pink looking tips standing up to meet me. It was enough. I started unbuttoning my belt. "So...should we establish any ground rules here or..."

"Fuck you, Mister Buzzkill. The only groundrules are that I am gonna have fun with YOUR little thingie for awhile."

"Don't say little."

"My bad," she laughed. She also reached out her hand to me from the bed. I slipped off my shirt. As I unzipped my pants they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them and crawled back up onto the mattress. I had on tight red underwear and my lovely friend immediately started rubbing me through it. I leaned down and kissed her, pulling away with a smacking noise. "I taste myself!" she said excitedly.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing! I like me. I taste good, dontcha think?"

"Oh, honey, you taste better than anything."

"I wonder how YOU taste?"

"Are you saying you want to...?"

"Well, not if you have some kind of an issue with it but... I mean, do you just want to hear me say it? Is that it? Okay, then. I, Darcy, want to suck--YOU--off! Now gimme!" She leaned in and stuck her tongue so deep in my mouth I thought I would gag, all the while rubbing and finally fishing out my cock. She pulled away and took a good long look at it. "OOO...big head. Be kinda hard to swallow." With that she wasted no time in moving in for her main course.

I had never in my life had a real blowjob from a woman who actually liked blowjobs. It quickly became obvious that at that point I was certainly having one. Darcy had clearly done this a time or two before and apparently had taken very good notes.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she opened her pretty pink lips in an oval and slid them right down over the smooth head of my dick. Then she clamped her mouth down for a snug fit and waved her tongue back and forth on the underside. After that, she opened her mouth with a pop and gulped some air, then giggled again. "How's that?"

"Ohhh...it was fine until you stopped. Don't be cruel, hon." I slipped my underwear completely off.

Her eyes lit up at my approval. '''K," she said. Then she engulfed me yet again, this time sliding it slowly but effortlessly as far back into her mouth as it could go. My balls were literally banging her chin as her big wet tongue coaxed me deeper every moment. I could hear her taking deep breaths through her nose and even though I'm not any bigger than average, I could swear the head of my dick was touching her tonsils! It all felt so weird. No one had ever deep throated me before. 

Darcy grabbed my shaft with her tiny hand as she allowed it to come all the way out again. This time she began a steady licking rhythm on the outside, wetting every portion of my meat. She genuinely seemed to savor the flavor of my veiny flesh as she was always smiling and moaning softly when she didn't have my dick in her mouth. But oh, what a sight when she did. I was oozing at the tip and she playfully dabbed at it with her tongue. Then she slipped it in again, this time beginning a consistent up and down motion. I was throbbing down there and my nuts were starting to contract. I think Darcy knew what was happening. After a minute of me groaning uncontrollably, she just kind of held my swollen prickhead in her mouth, swabbing it with her wonderful tongue while she expertly jerked my cock. 

"Oh, Honey, if you keep that up like that, I'm gonna you know what any second now." Her eyes twinkled and she kind of nodded her head and hummed encouraging noises at me. The humming felt damn good, too. In fact, that may well have been the straw that broke the camel's cock as I convulsed and shot a thick and fairly powerful blast right into her throat. She quickly slipped her mouth off again but kept it open as she continued to willingly accept two, three more squirts of my creamy cum. It dribbled a little out both sides just like in a porn film even as I could tell she was swallowing the rest. 

Darcy coughed a couple of times, then held out her hand. "Water...on the table there." I handed it to her and she gulped a few gulps. "Ahhh! Tasty but a little tough to swallow. How'd I do, boss?"

"My God, Darcy...I...I don't know what to say. That was the most...awesome...amazing...bizarre thing that's ever happened to me!"

"Really? You don't get out much do you?"

"But I'm like, really, we shouldn't have done that. I mean, you're drunk, remember? I feel like I took advantage of you when your defenses were down, y'know?"

"Hello! Who took advantage of who? And you know what? I'm really NOT drunk. In the amount of time it took us to get home, get me up those freakin' stairs and get to here, I sobered up enough to see that this might be my best chance ever of getting into your pants, dear boy. I guarantee you I'm not gonna be regretting anything we've done and I'll break your legs in 13 places if you do, asshole. In fact, I've got a few other things in mind. Dude, if you thought what just happened was hot, you ain't seen nothin' yet. I just gotta rest here a sec."

With that, Darcy lay all the way down and pulled herself into a fetal position. I sat on her bed with my still half hard dick dripping onto my toes. "Sweetie, we've got a lot to talk about. I mean...I never thought we'd go this far. I never thought...I mean...I WANTED to! Don't get me wrong! Like, I have always dreamed about seeing your pussy and going down on you and..." I put my arm on her back and suddenly realized that I was now talking to myself. I looked at Darcy and sighed.Then I pulled myself up onto the bed and wrapped my body around hers.We definitely had things to discuss and I couldn't help but hope that more of them would involve us being naked. That would all have to wait at least until tomorrow, however, as Darcy, after nearly two hours of my trying to get her home from the party and safely tucked away...had finally fallen sound asleep. 



Darcy's Punishment



Darcy giggled as she looked at the poor sob's crotch. He clearly had blue balls from all of the teasing that she gave him. It served the bastard right for drooling over her ass! Who said that she had to put out, just because she flirted with him? She took a certain sadistic delight in leading boys on for a long time, even occasionally letting them cop a feel, but never giving them any relief! The idea of a boy's aching cock and balls after a thorough teasing cracked her up. Boys were so stupid! Her girlfriends and she would laugh for days over this one! 

Not only was the "jerk-off" an 18 year old like herself, he was also a 12th grade football player, but he was also her brother's best friend from high school. Did he really think that she would show him special favor for that reason? 

Todd glared at her with obvious contempt, as he drove her back to her house. Just wait until Dale found out about this bullshit! They had heard rumors about her, but thought they were just exaggeration. He had no idea, until tonight, that she was deliberately teasing him with the idea of sex. 

Dale and he had always hated that kind of girl: a cock tease who took sadistic pleasure in tormenting boys. Contrary to what certain women's TV networks and the school's "Rape Awareness Campaign" claimed, such girls deserved to have someone rape them and otherwise punish them, as examples of what happened to teasing bitches! Their group of friends had even acted on their views about this kind of behavior. None of the girls involved ever came forward, because of fear of the consequences. 

Some of the worst case girls became permanent bitches to his group. They found themselves forced to service the boys on demand, as well as anyone else that was required of them. Most got off with a single night and a warning. From the looks of it, Darcy was in danger of being a lifelong bitch to them! He just wondered how Dale would handle this information about his sister. In either case, he would know soon, because Dale would wait at home to hear about it. They always talked about their dates, and this case would be no different. 

Darcy laughed at him, as she got out of the car and headed into the house. The loser asked for it. She assumed that he would just drive home, licking his wounds. She never guessed that he would tell her brother what she had done to him. What boy would admit to his friend that he didn't get it? He rather stunned her when he killed the engine and started to follow her into the house. 

"Dude, give it up already! Being a gentleman won't do any good at this point! I haven't put out for anyone else, and I won't put out for you! No one will believe you, if you tell anyone what I did! It's all your fault and I'll make sure that they agree with me! I never told you that I would sleep with you," Darcy snorted at him. 

"Get over yourself, already! I am not walking you to the door bitch! I'm going to talk to your brother, Dale! He is my best friend, after all!" Todd snarled back. 

"Whatever, dude! Believe what you want to believe! You're still hoping to get into my panties!" she threw the words over her shoulder, as she turned her back on him and walked inside. 

Darcy walked into her house and saw Dale watching TV in the living room. He was clearly waiting for them to get back. 

"Hey, Dale, your friend wants to talk to you! See you later! I'm going to phone Kathy," Darcy announced, before heading up the stairs. This would have her girlfriends in stitches for days! 

"Gossiping as usual? When are you ever going to grow up? How do you expect Todd to consider you, if you talk about him like he is beneath you?" Dale commented. 

"He is! I don't want to take Todd or any other guy as a boyfriend, or anything else! All guys are inferior! Why would I want to have anything more to do with a guy, except to torment him?" she said, making sure that Dale heard her. 

"We'll deal with that issue later," Dale shook his head and went to greet Todd.

He had a sneaking suspicion that the date went sour, and knew that it wasn't Todd's fault. Darcy was a BITCH! She acted superior all of the time and it irritated at him. He hoped that she wasn't a cock tease as well, as the rumors made her out to be. That was another reason why this date was set up tonight. He wanted to put to rest the rumors once and for all. He hoped for her sake that things turned out in her favor. Unfortunately, he knew that he wasn't that lucky. 

"So, give me the run-down, man! Was she as bad as the rumors say? She was very snotty when she came in!" Dale inquired anxiously. 

"Worse! Dude, no offense, but your sister is a pain in the ass! In my case, she's a pain in the groin! She really needs an attitude adjustment! She acts as if someone taught her that men should serve her! My dick is hurting bad! It is sore with a capital S! If I get the chance, I would literally rape her ass! 

"She pretended all night that she would give out, but never did! Then she had the nerve to say that she never 'told' me that she would give it up! She never said so, but her actions made it quite clear what she was offering me! What a bitch, one of the worst types of cock tease! That doesn't help your reputation! I hope that you punish the bitch good! She needs a man to tear up her tight little ass! If I had my way, both of her virgin holes would bleed and then some!" Todd snarled. 

"Well, Mom and Dad are away for several weeks! This time, it's my problem! Sorry, bud, but you will not get her cherry ass! That's going to me! You'll have to wait until after she's my bitch before you get to take your revenge. Then I'll think about pimping her ass out to any guy that I feel like letting use her! I may just keep her for my own private use," Dale replied, his anger growing at his sister the more he thought about her actions. 

"I thought as much, but I can't wait until I get to plunder her ass! Just don't make it too loose this time! I want her to suffer when I fuck her there! You tend to stretch them out a lot, you know! I'll see you later. I'll grab Liz and take it out on her ass, before this problem kills me!" Todd said, before walking away awkwardly. 

Dale saw how much agony his friend was in, due to his sister's treatment of him. He would take care of the matter tonight, as tomorrow was a Saturday and she didn't have to worry about school. By Monday, he would make it difficult for her to sit down in class. It would be a painful reminder not to tease the guys at school, if he allowed her to go to school at all next week. There were more important things than her silly social life and phone calls to that airhead Kathy. 

He walked around to the side of the house, where the phone lines began, and disconnected Darcy's private line, immediately ending her phone call to Kathy. He heard Darcy cussing in the house about the phone line being "dead again". He entered the house, just as she went downstairs, and saw that she only wore a long T-shirt that barely covered her ass. She headed for the main house phone, to see if it worked. 

Dale grabbed Darcy, before she could lift the phone off the hook. He threw her over his shoulder, as he had the usual football player's build (he was a player on the college team too). He carried her up the stairs, scaring her as he did so. 

"Dale, what the hell are you doing? Put me down this minute! You can't do this to me! I'll make your life a living nightmare if you don't quit manhandling me!" Darcy replied, trying to hide her fright at his actions. 

"Not a chance, Sis! I will make your life a living nightmare! We're going to have a 'discussion' about your treatment of my friend tonight, and how you will treat guys in the future! I'm tired of being the laughingstock of school because of your attitude toward guys! I still have friends there, you know! People know you as the school tease, for Pete's sake! That makes me look bad! The guys are always complaining. I intend to adjust your attitude about guys! This thinking that you're superior to them is unacceptable for a sister of mine! You'll find that you are just the opposite!" he shouted, as he tossed her onto his bed. 

Dale was in a rage as he threw his sister on the bed. How dare the bitch treat guys as if they were beneath her! He would make her see that men were clearly superior to women! Women like her made life hard for men! Well, this one would never do that again. She would learn that her place in this world was to serve men, or better yet, serve him! Yes, Dale was a male chauvinist pig, and he was proud of that fact! 

Darcy stared up at her brother. She trembled at what she saw in his eyes, pure anger! She knew that somehow she pushed him over the edge this time! What did he have in mind for her? She was a virgin. She hadn't even let a guy see her naked! Her mind went over all the things he was liable to due to her. He might rape her: that was at the forefront of her mind. Next, she contemplated him spanking her. Contrary to what he thought, she heard the rumors of his little revenge game against girls who did what she did! She just didn't want to believe that her loving older brother would ever degrade a woman like that. He had always stood up for her and protected her. 

"If you rape me, I'll tell Mom, Dad, and the police! You'll go to jail and become a bitch! You have no right to punish me! I did nothing wrong!" she threatened, trying to disguise her fear. To quote a line she had heard somewhere, "Never let them see the whites of your eyes."

"The hell you will! You'll be quiet and take your punishment, or it will be even worse for you! Do you understand? You're my bitch now, you silly tease! Why I love you at all is sometimes beyond me!" Dale informed her. 

"Fuck you," she said, as she spat in his face. 

"That was not a wise choice, bitch!" he declared. 

He wiped the spit off his face, grabbed her favorite T-shirt, and ripped it open from the neck down. She was now totally exposed. He saw that she shaved and wore no panties. 

"It's damn slutty of you to shave like that, considering that you don't put out. That and not wearing panties makes me think that you want me to rape you! Why else would you walk around the house in only a threadbare T-shirt, shaved, without panties, when I am the only other person in the house? Are you asking me to rape you?" he taunted her. 

"Just because I dress like this gives you no reason to rape me! No means no!" she parroted the language used in the "Rape Awareness Campaign" at her high school. 

"What bullshit! You're subconsciously asking for it, and you're going to receive it! Your mouth says 'no', but your body says 'yes'! I prefer listening to your body right now! Since your mouth is useless except for taunts, I will start your punishment by fucking it! Suck my cock, slut!" Dale ordered her, as he unzipped his pants and shoved his cock into her mouth, before she could protest any further. 

Darcy almost choked, as her older brother filled her throat with his dick. Her gag reflex started to act up, but he wouldn't let up on her. He fucked her face mercilessly, not allowing her to refuse him. She was scared of what he might do to her next, not to mention of this darker side of him. Evidently, the rumors were quite true. 

Then she thought, oh, my God, he's going to sodomize me too! He's even going to make me service his friends whenever they want me! He's going to pimp me out! How could he do this to his own flesh and blood?

Dale loved the sight of his little sister doing something for him for a change. He also loved the feeling of his cock going down her throat. He even enjoyed the feel of her throat gagging on his cock, as it massaged his shaft. He began fucking her mouth rapidly, which made him feel his balls bounce off her chin. He laughed to himself, as he saw her eyes pleading for him to stop. She was not able to say the words, as he kept her mouth filled. Soon, his sperm would fill her stomach. Then he intended to open up her backdoor. 

"You will swallow my cum, you cunt! Then I will take your virgin asshole! My buddies and I will keep it gaping open for weeks! All of your holes will take it at once, including your pussy. I wonder how many cocks can fit in your cunt at once. We put 2 real cocks and a big dildo in one girl's pussy!" he laughed, as he saw the look of horror on her face. 

Darcy paled when she heard that her brother planned to sodomize her. That was her greatest fear. Then he shocked her even more, when he mentioned the idea of stretching her pussy out. Heck, she could barely fit two fingers in her pussy, let alone 3 cocks! She was not going to let him get away with that! She had no idea of how or if she could stop it, but she planned to try. 

She could feel the swelling of his cock, and then she felt his cum pouring down her throat. He kept his cock down her throat, so that she had no choice but to swallow. As he pulled out, some of his cum fell onto her tongue, giving her the first taste of his cum, which was not as bad as she expected. In spite of her terror, Darcy noticed that she was getting wet. She decided to comply with him, in the hopes of making his anger go away. She still dreaded the idea of taking it up the ass, but that was going to happen anyway. She did worry about his humongous cock ripping her open. 

In any case, she had one last chance to avoid getting it up the ass, and she decided to take it. If she failed to do so, then her ass would definitely be hurting for a while, if not worse. There was no harm in trying.

"Please, Dale, not in my ass! It's too small for that monster between your legs! I'm sorry for teasing Todd! I won't do it again, just don't do this," she begged him, thinking to herself, "At least not to your friends."

"I really don't believe you, sis. For one thing, you don't seem sorry for doing it to everyone; just the one you got caught red-handed teasing. That's not enough. Your attitude is still wrong, and it needs to change for good. There will be no more cock-teasing and denial, period! Boys are not here for you and your silly friends to torment! Whatever the case, it is time for me to take your ass!" Dale declared, as he pulled her to her feet and removed the fragments of her shirt. 

He then roughly bent her over the side of the bed and shoved his cock into her asshole. He never intended to show her mercy. This was a punishment, after all. He really enjoyed the tightness of her ass, as he raped her. He felt sadistic satisfaction in forcing a girl who clearly deserved the punishment. He could tell she was wet, indicating that her body was saying "yes," while she attempted to say "no" with her mouth. She had made him suffer as well, and this time was one too many. She flaunted her body far too much for a virgin. She dressed and acted like a slut or a whore. 

"Damn it, Dale, stop this fucking shit! You're ripping my ass in half! You mother-fucking pervert! I'll have you arrested and put in prison for years! Mom and Dad will disown you! By the way, no, I'm not fucking sorry for teasing the guys in school! I'll keep doing it, too!" she exploded unwisely. 

"No, I'm not ripping your ass in half! It's not even bleeding yet! As for going to the police, you will never do that! I will keep you too busy to press charges. Besides, Mom and Dad won't believe you. They've seen the way you dress, and they've told you time and again about dressing like a slut. Now, as far as teasing the guys at school are concerned, keep it up, but every guy that you tease you will be servicing later. Oh, and I'm not a mother-fucker. I haven't fucked Mom, though I have fucked my sister now," Dale corrected her, as he continued to plunder her backdoor. 

"Oh, fuuuuuuuucckkkkkk!" Darcy moaned, despite her efforts to say, "Oh, fuck you!" 

The pleasure was getting too great to ignore, and she didn't know much longer she could hide the fact that she was enjoying the whole thing. Maybe she had been asking for it, albeit subconsciously! Her way of dressing and teasing the boys might have been a plea for some guy to be man enough to force her to fulfill her promise. 

Darcy sneaked her hand down to her clit. She desperately needed to cum! She just hoped that Dale wouldn't notice. That would prove him right, which humiliate her. 

Dale didn't overlook her efforts to pleasure herself. He grinned at the idea that her mind and body were in conflict over her needs. Clearly, some part of his sister wanted him to coerce her into taking it up the ass. Then again, all of the girls admitted as much by the end of their punishment. This little slut would prove no different. They would have fun with her. He knew that he enjoyed her ass for sure, as his cock and balls were about to explode in her. Her tight, once virgin ass practically milked his cock it was so intense. 

"Ah, damn, I'm going to cum soon! Your ass is squeezing my cock! Todd is in for a treat there! He loves tight asses around his dick! Of course, his cock is not as wide as mine is, but it is longer! Oh, and I know about you playing with your clit!" he exclaimed. 

"Yes, damn you, I'm playing with myself and I'm going to cum too! Now that you've forced me to admit it, please just get me off!" Darcy cursed him. 

"Promise to do as I tell you from now on? To be my little slut!" he tortured her a bit.

"Yes, yes, damn it! I'll agree to anything right now! It's not fair and you know it!" she surrendered.

"Now you know how the guys you teased felt! It's torture and they would do almost anything to end it!" he teased his sister for a while, determined to make her suffer just a bit longer. He pulled her hand away, thus preventing her from playing with herself. 

Dale now shot off deep inside her, filling her asshole with his cum. Darcy still begged to cum, but he kept refusing her for a while. He pulled out of her ass, tied her to his bed, and tormented her for the rest of the night. He didn't let her cum, but kept her right on the edge constantly. 

It wasn't until the morning that he finally allowed her some relief. By that point, she was so horny that her orgasm was the most intense that she ever had. She also agreed to service his friends willingly, finally admitting to herself that she wanted it. 

A month and a half later, she found out that she was pregnant with Dale's baby. She knew that it was Dale's, as only he went bareback with her. She didn't know for sure when she got pregnant. That first night, after all, he took all three holes. That night was hard to forget, since he fucked her virgin cunt without letting her cum. 

Her mom and dad found out what happened, and to her shock, said that she deserved it for being such a cock-tease. She admitted that she deserved it. She took the "no means no" idea way too far. There was a fine line between flirting and torture, and she crossed it more than once. Dale's friends no longer used her. She was his, pure and simple. She counted herself lucky that she managed to graduate from high school before her pregnancy started showing. She never did go to the police, just as he said before, though not because he kept her too busy. She didn't go to the police, because she realized that she loved him much more than a brother. 

As she sat on the bed in their apartment, she rubbed her 9 month pregnant belly. Her back hurt her all day long. She looked lovingly at Dale, lying over on the bed, and informed him that it was time to go to the hospital. The baby was on the way.