Almost all of us have the primal urge to copulate from the time we reach the age of ten (give or take a few years). Because most children are unaware of what it's all about, they do nothing to satisfy such urges. And even when they do become aware of sex and the need thereof, social mores and laws keep these primitive urges locked up inside.
The young heroine in this book does not differ in any way from almost all other girls her own age. She is sweet, pretty and clean. But she is desirable.
And so when she falls into the clutches of a lecher who arouses these primal instincts, she finds herself succumbing to his ministrations. Worse, she finds herself unintentionally betraying her father to this man, all because he has brought about chemical changes in her body.
Had her parents not been such prudes, and had they been conscious of the fact that we live in a changing society, where sex is no longer hidden away in FANNY HILL, perhaps things would have ended differently. True, in this case, there is a relatively happy ending, but the ultimate result of this ignorance on the part of the girl's parents is the indulgence in a wild, incestuous get-together. But long before this incestuous finale, the poor girl is literally used and re-used by unscrupulous individuals with whom she would normally have had nothing to do. It is their ability to play up on the hidden urges in her body that lets them get away with what they do.
Even so, our heroine is fortunate she is not a high-strung, overly-sensitive girl who might have easily suffered a breakdown. All this, because of ignorant parents, proving the necessity for a proper sex education, if not at home, then in school.
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CHAPTER ONE
Addy Scharf was growing up a little ahead of her time. When she was twelve, her body was already well-along to being as round and curvy as the grown-up ladies she knew, only hers didn't have excess fat. At thirteen, her calves and thighs seemed to lengthen a bit and take on added shapeliness. And at fourteen her tits finished growing. They were able to stand up without a bra, and when she walked, they shook all over the place, making all the men and boys hungry to see them in the flesh, under the tight, opaque blouses she wore.
Addy had apple cheeks, a short, slightly wide nose, and Cupid's bow lips. Her large brown eyes were glistening pools of emotion in which more than one boy in her school would have willingly drowned. Only five feet three inches tall, she was a dainty kewpie doll with long, wavy brown hair.
And Addy was an industrious girl. She was an A student in high school, and helped her father in his real estate business on Saturday afternoons by being his secretary and taking all telephone calls. She was too young to date, so she spent her Saturday evenings babysitting.
Addy was babysitting for Sheldon Darcy and his wife, Arlene, both of whom had gone out for the evening, leaving her with Sheldon Junior, who was fast asleep in his bed, upstairs. Sheldon Junior was the kind of boy who could sleep through earthquakes and tornadoes. Addy had no worries about Junior waking up. She'd been sitting with the three-year-old for more than a year now, and he hadn't awakened once in all the nights she'd been there.
It was just about eleven-thirty when Addy heard the front door open. Sheldon the elder had returned to the house alone, and he was more than half-stoned. He was muttering to himself, and Addy heard him say something about his wife being a royal bitch, out screwing it up with some client-or-other, while he, Sheldon, was left with the client's wife who was at "that time of the month."
"Christ!" he was muttering as he hung up his coat. "I need a nice, clean, tasty pussy."
Except for the light in the foyer and the bright light in the upstairs hallway, the house was almost in total darkness. Addy was half-asleep on the living room sofa. She was wearing one of her opaque blouses and under a trim little miniskirt, a bikini brief only too plainly visible from the doorway to the living room, and her sandals, both of which were ready to fall to the floor.
In her half-sleep, Addy heard Sheldon Darcy stagger upstairs and look in on his son. Then the man trundled down to the living room where he turned on a small lamp near the entrance way.
It was then Addy noticed Darcy's eyes seemed to be locked on her. He was standing near the bar, pouring himself another stiff drink when she noticed his gaze. Addy, too tired to move, closed her eyes again and drifted off into light slumber. He would wake her up when he was ready to take her home.
What happened next seemed to start out as a half-dream, and before Addy could "wake up," it was too late.
She smelled the whiskey on his breath even when he was nine feet away from her. The babysitter half-opened her eyes again and stared at him through hooded lids. She could see his hand pressed into his groin, rubbing a huge bulge, and she watched the way his body seemed to writhe and wriggle. His gaze was still glued to her, but now she realized his eyes were going down to the juncture between her half-open thighs, where her miniskirt had ridden up, revealing her panties. Her long, dark-brown hair was partially across her eyes.
To Addy, Sheldon Darcy was all man. He was the kind of man she'd often dreamed about: the kind who would come driving up in his white Eldorado convertible and take her away from the hum-drum weariness of suburban living.
He was standing directly above her and she felt his eyes lock onto the roundness of her firm, youthful breasts as they bobbled while she continued her even breathing in her half-sleep.
"Honey," Darcy muttered, "you smell as sweet and as clean as I always wished my wife could smell."
Addy watched him drop to his knees beside the sofa. Then she felt a warmth as his hand touched her waist. The pressure of his palm remained constant as it slowly moved down, running across her skirt, touching her bare thigh, rubbing her knee. She felt the heat of his palm on her knee and as it remained where it was, the flesh became hotter.
Addy sighed a little and turned her body and Darcy's hand jumped back. She crossed one knee over the other, then pushed a forearm behind her head, arching her body, making her youthful breasts appear even more prominent.
Beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead as his eyes ran up and down her body. He lifted his hand again and touched her ankle, pressing until he had uncrossed her legs. Then there was the tickle of his fingers as they moved up toward her knee again. She felt tiny, burning little tingles working way through her thighs as his fingers moved past her knee and slid along her half-open thigh. The fingers moved higher and higher, and Addy knew she should wake up and stop whatever it was he was doing, yet for some unexplained reason she couldn't snap herself out of that twilight stage between sleep and wakefulness. She felt herself shiver as his fingers touched the tiniest fringe of dark brown hair protruding from beneath the elastic of her panties.
A sigh caught in Darcy's throat, and Addy realized he was feeling even more emotional about all this than she. Then his other hand moved down to his zipper and tugged it down. Addy imperceptibly stiffened for a moment, then forced herself to relax. But the girl held her breath when, through her veiled, half-open lids, she saw Darcy withdraw the most monstrous cock she'd ever seen. Not that Addy had seen many cocks. She'd seen her brother's, when young Harold had been born. And she'd seen her father's once, when she'd gone into her parents' bedroom one morning after awakening from a nightmare. It was poking through the hole in her father's pajamas, and at the time it had seemed ever so long and fat. She wondered how a man could walk around with something like that sticking out from between his thighs.
As she thought all these things, the girl felt the fingers of his other hand probing deeper under the elastic band of her bikini brief. Two fingers were pushing through her fleecy ring of hair until they were in the soft, junket-like center of her untouched hole. Darcy's fingers slid higher as his eyes looked at her face.
Addy knew he was terrified of her waking up. But she knew he couldn't hope for her to remain asleep considering what he was doing. Just how did he expect her to react when she finally did wake up?
Darcy's other hand, the one that had taken his stiff pole from behind his unzipped fly, now released his cock as she saw his eyes go back down to where his fingers were lightly rubbing against what she knew was her clitoris. She had studied sex education in school, and knowing what he was touching only seemed to arouse her all the more. He pushed her skirt up a little higher, allowing himself the full view of, her hot little crotch. She felt his fingers rub up and down in her burning little crack, not actually penetrating it, but massaging it and causing some hot liquid to come seeping out.
Addy stared at his exposed prick and the way it twitched when he rubbed her cunt. It seemed to violently jump when he actually poked a finger into her seething little hole. He didn't push in too deeply; just enough to get the goo to cover his fingers before pulling out again.
The girl felt her clitoris stiffen and become very hard as it reached out from between the folds of her pussylips. It seemed to strain upward, the same way Darcy's phallus was reaching up out of his pants. Addy felt it pressing back against his massaging finger and wondered how much longer this would go on.
His thumb and fingers spread her sticky pussylips apart as, with his other finger, he pulled the strip of panty-crotch to the side. Then he lowered his face toward her groin, and the girl wondered what he intended doing.
She began breathing again, only this time she was breathing heavily as the hot hair from his nostrils wafted across her cuntlips. And then she felt an icy shiver shoot straight up her spine from its base to her neck as she realized he was pressing his tongue into her. Her body trembled, but Darcy either seemed not to notice or care as his tongue continued rimming the inside of her pussylips. He smacked his lips, as if he'd sucked some honey from her seething cunt. She felt his tongue lap away, touching the filtering strands of hair around her steaming snatch, and then, as if he no longer cared whether she was wide awake or fast asleep, he suddenly tore the crotch of her panties open, making room for his mouth to cover her entire sex gash. His lips pasted themselves to her sweet labia and she felt the slick, chilling tongue slice into her tight, narrow grotto.
Beyond any self-control, Addy felt her buttocks arch off the couch, and as she slammed down, she knew she could no longer pretend to be asleep.
"Mr. Darcy," she asked, "what are you ... eeeeeee ... doing to ... eeeek ... meeeeeeee?" Her voice rose to a high-pitched, shrill shriek.
And suddenly Sheldon Darcy's large hand was clamping itself over Addy's mouth. His other arm pressed on her knees. The girl couldn't raise them and kick him. He raised his face from her steaming hole.
"Ssshhhhh!" he whispered. "Relax. I won't hurt you. God! You're so beautiful. All I want to do is kiss you a little. Please!"
She felt him take the pressure of his arm off her knees as his hand pressed against the slit-purse of her pussy pouch. His middle finger forced its way between her scorched lips, into the hot, murky tunnel of her unplundered cunt. He wiggled it around, and Addy, unused to the sensation, felt a little pain mingle with something else ... something with which she was totally unfamiliar. She moved her bottom around in an attempt to dislodge the finger.
Her mouth opened and she managed to bite the edge of his hand, making him pull it away.
Even as the hand came away and the pressure inside her pussy lightened, Addy realized she missed the wonderful feel of it in there. Still, she couldn't let it continue. She knew it just wasn't right.
Leaping to her feet, Addy headed for the front hall where her coat was hanging on the doorknob. She had to get away before Darcy suddenly decided it might be fun to hurt her. She hadn't gone more than five feet before she felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her back against him. She felt the exposed bulge of his monstrous cock press into her spine. And then his other hand clamped itself over her face, cutting off her air supply. They tumbled to the floor, rolling around for a moment until both his legs clamped themselves around her tender thighs. The arm around her waist moved up to cover her breasts. The hand blanketing her nose and mouth soon took its toll as the lack of air made her feel faint. She didn't quite black out, but Addy suddenly realized she was too weak to do any kind of resisting.
A few seconds seemed to pass before Darcy took his hand away. He was panting as he whispered, "C'mon, Addy. You're okay. You're okay. I didn't really hurt you."
And then the babysitter realized her employer was easing her clothes off. First he took off her miniskirt, then unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She felt him stripping off her panties. And then he rolled the girl onto her back and stared down at her. Addy lay there, her eyes open, staring up at him, afraid, yet certain somehow that he wouldn't really harm her. She saw he was staring at the moss-covered triangle of her cunt. He wanted to poke that tree-stump of a penis into her, and kneeling down, tried forcing it between her thighs.
But either Darcy was too hot, or he had been rubbing his hot cock too much with his own hand. In any case, the bubbling of sperm in his balls had risen to such a high degree, the liquid was already charging forth, heading for the tube in his cock.
"Oh no," she heard him say. "Oh God, no! No, no, not yet, not yet-arrrghhh-I'm ... oh shit ... I'm coming ... eeeyyyyaannngghhh!"
And suddenly she saw the head of his monstrous cannon swell as if ready to explode. But rather than explode itself, it unleashed an explosion of heavy, while, bleach-smelling liquid. The fluid blasted out and down, splashing all over Addy's belly. The next jet streamed out to hit the tip of her right nipple, and the third, most powerful spurt, sent a blob of his cream shooting against the side of her throat.
What's he doing? Addy wondered, too dazed to move. She felt the hot, sticky goo running all over her, and then felt it squirt all over her lower belly and pelvis as he fell forward and on top of her.
Tears streamed down the girl's cheeks as her eyes met his. Their faces were only inches apart.
"Please," she gasped, "please let me up, Mr. Darcy. Let me go home."
He looked down at her crying face and whispered with alcohol still heavy on his breath, "Hey, Addy, take it easy. I didn't really hurt you. C'mon now, you know darn well I'd never hurt you."
"Please get off me," she gasped, still without any strength.
"Addy," he breathed, "you have to help me. What happened just now took some of the edge off the heat inside me, but I'm still all pent up. Help me, help me, please Addy. Help me and I'll take you right home, honest."
"I can't do anything," the girl wailed. "If you put that thing inside me, you'll tear me apart. Worse, you could make me pregnant. What would I tell daddy?"
"I won't make you pregnant," he swore. "I promise I won't make you pregnant. Just do as I ask."
"No," she told him, shaking her head. "No, no, no. Don't force me."
"Force you?" Darcy almost laughed. "Honey, something like this has gotta be done willingly or it can't be done at all. No, I'm not gonna force you. But I'm gonna give you an idea of what it's all about. Then, maybe, the next time, when I ask you, you'll have some compassion."
Darcy slid down the length of her body, his body, hot against hers, parting her slender thighs. Addy tried to pull her legs away, but she hadn't enough strength. All she could do was lay there with her calves dangling over his shoulders and her thighs and knees pushed way back, almost to her round, solid tits. She felt his chin slide through her mossy mound, then slither between her juicy labia. The slickness of his tongue cut a tingly pathway through her pubic jungle, and then his tongue was plunging into her hot, humid center again, making the little girl shudder with untold ecstasy and delight. She felt his hands cup the two cheeks of her slender, rounded ass as his mouth dug deeply into her girlish canal, drinking the heavy flow of fluid spurting out of her.
"It's not right," Addy sighed, feeling her ass start to move in rhythm to the way his tongue slushed into her.
She realized she was getting some of her strength back now, and the movement of her lower half was not entirely due to the pressure of his hands. She was fucking her ass against his body, pushing her wet cunt into his face. And the deeper his lapping tongue sank, the more the girl writhed and wriggled.
His tongue slurped out to press against the delicate button of her swollen clitoris. It pressed flatly on the ultra-sensitive nubbin, making Addy squirm uncontrollably. Darcy no longer had to hold her. Nor did she try pulling away. Her beadlike extension swelled to even greater size as his rasping tongue rubbed it again and again.
Darcy's mouth was too busy, doing what it was doing to sneer and laugh at her. He was licking into her velvet slash, enjoying every colorless drop coming from her pussy, lapping it up.
He clutched her bouncing thighs tightly around his face as his tongue continued leaping between the hot, swampy flaps of her sticky labia, examining the elastic tightness of the seething tunnel beyond. He licked thirstily at the hot lascivious brandy he was drinking. His body shuddered with tremulous delight when her tight, youthful vulvular muscles began tightening around his tongue as it attempted to sink even deeper inside her. All this, Addy felt as her own ass bounced beyond any kind of control.
She slammed her burning female slit into his face, forcing the lips of his mouth to widen to fully cover her creaming crack. The girl's butt gyrated madly to the beat set by his lancing tongue as it continued alternating between rubbing her clit and spearing into the hot, dark tunnel of her sex.
Addy had become the aggressor without realizing it. The girl was pressuring Darcy's face with her cunt and attacking his tongue with the muscles of her vagina. Each time his tongue lunged into her pussy, she tightened her cunny walls so strongly she almost had his tongue locked in her hole.
She felt his tongue and lips continue their counterattack, lancing deeply into her simmering cunt. Her tight, clutching internal channel began gripping the sinking, plunging, slurping attacker while her ultra-sensitive clitoris throbbed with the oncoming thrills.
"My God!" the young girl screamed. "My God! This is crazy. I can't control myself. Oh God! I love it! Ooooooh it feels ... "
Her shrieks were abetted by wild, bouncing thrusts of her round, girlish hips moving frantically. Darcy's fingers dug into the soft meat of her asscheeks tightly to keep his balance as his face remained buried between her pulsing thighs. Her ass rolled from side to side as she bounced and bounced again, spiraling madly as the chilling stimulations of his tongue made her brain spin. His tongue was once again doing its best to sink deeper into her slot as his lips sucked harder. He was enjoying tongue fucking her as much as she loved having it done to her.
Her breath was so quick, it was literally a long whistle moving between her teeth as she gasped long and loud. She found herself moaning, making no sense whatsoever as the first orgasm of her life finally overtook her, riding right over her the way an express train would rumble over a penny put on the track.
Addy shivered and trembled way beyond any kind of control, feeling hot pulsations of pussy water shoot from her broiling depths into his face, dribbling down his cheeks and chin. Her thighs encircled his neck, tightly gripping his face, all but burying it in the pool of her thousand delights as she screamed and screeched and rotated madly, pumping her body the entire time.
She finally felt the last little bit of ecstatic rapture drain itself away and her thighs went limp as her legs uncrossed themselves from behind his head. She lay there, panting, sobbing, totally helpless, watching Darcy put his monstrous tool away and zip up his pants.
"See how it feels, Addy?" Darcy gasped, staggering to a nearby chair and collapsing into it. "Can you blame me?"
CHAPTER TWO
No, Addy Scharf couldn't blame him. Now that she had felt what Darcy could do to her, the teenaged girl couldn't blame him one little bit.
Even after Darcy drove her home, incongruously paying her for having sat with his son, after she got undressed and into her baby doll pajamas, sliding beneath the covers of her own bed, she still couldn't blame him.
Her parents, two very strait-laced people, had always insisted it was evil for her to think of letting boys touch her there. And Addy, being a good girl, had always listened to what her parents told her. But now, as she lay in her bed, with her fingers rubbing that spot Darcy had licked with his tongue, feeling good all over again, she wondered just how evil it could be. Sheldon Darcy had strongly punctuated how good it could all feel, leaving no doubts in her mind about it. The one remaining question was, how bad could something be when it felt so good?
* * *
Friday afternoon, when Addy returned from school, her mother told her Mrs. Darcy had called and asked if she'd be available to babysit the following night. Addy should have turned it down. But her heart leaped and she knew she was going to take the job in the hope she would be alone with Mr. Darcy again and she felt strangely hot between her girlish thighs.
The following evening, Sheldon Darcy brought her to his home making no mention of what had passed between them, smiling and telling jovial little jokes as he had always done before. At his house he took his wife out, saying they would be back about two or three in the morning. Addy nodded, feeling both, disappointment and relief. She was only fourteen, and much too young for things like this anyway, or so she rationalized. It was better this way. He had been drunk that last time. He hadn't known what he was doing. Perhaps he didn't even remember it. But the girl experienced a lonely quiver of lust where her pussy lips pressed tightly together.
After making certain Sheldon Junior, was fast asleep, Addy went down to the living room and turned on the TV set.
Her hand rubbed between her thighs once, feeling her freshly-douched and cleaned pussy. Then she took her hand away, suddenly guilty feeling at the idea of touching herself.
It was midnight when she heard the Darcy's return. Mr. Darcy rapped on the front door, and when she opened it, she saw him carrying Mrs. Darcy.
"She had a little too much to drink, too soon," the man explained. "She'll be out until tomorrow, noon. Wait here while I put her to bed."
Addy nodded, then returned to the living room and sat on the floor near the sofa, returning her attention to the TV set. She watched for close to ten minutes before Sheldon Darcy came downstairs.
"Looks like a good movie," he said, staring at the TV screen. "Are you in a hurry to go home?"
"I'd like to see the end of the picture," she told him.
Addy felt her heart start to pound. Her throat was dry. Perspiration was on the palms of her hands. Just the presence of the man made her feel giddy and breathless.
Darcy sat on the sofa and Addy felt herself becoming giddy. She had to hold her breath a moment not to giggle.
The minutes passed as they both stared at the TV screen, Addy not seeing anything but the sweep of his tongue on her slit. She got up, went to the bathroom, peeing then washing herself very thoroughly between her thighs, quivering as an anticipatory tingle raced through her body. When she returned to the living room, she sat on the floor next to the sofa again, only she positioned herself much closer to where Darcy was sitting. As the minutes passed, she began breathing more and more raggedly.
She knew she had to get closer to him. Leaning over, she rested her head on his knee. Darcy didn't object or pull his knee away. She rubbed a hand on his calves, feeling him tremble slightly. Finally, unable to take the silence between them any longer, Addy looked up at him and said, "You were right. I just didn't understand."
"You're still a young girl," Darcy told her, and she could hear his heavy nasal breathing. "You'll learn, in time."
"Teach me," Addy whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"It has to be done quietly. My wife may be drunk, but if you start screaming and making noise, she just might wake up." Darcy talked normal, but he was breathing heavily.
"I'll be quiet," Addy promised. Thrills of anticipation shot through her body, beginning in her crotch.
"And this time you have to do something for me, first."
"I'll do whatever you say," she answered, feeling her heart trip hammer inside her. Her pussy was leaking juice. She knew what he wanted and she wanted to do the same thing for him.
Suddenly her mouth descended between his thighs and clamped on the thickening bulge forming between his loins. Darcy's hand caressed her head. She could feel the hard, stiff thing inside his pants jerk and twitch. She didn't know why, but she had a strong urge to put that monster into her mouth. Addy remembered the way his mouth had felt on her cunt, and how much she had enjoyed it. There was no doubt he would enjoy having her suck that huge, fat thing she had seen the last time. She remembered the way it had shot white glue all over her. She should have been repulsed by the slick, slimy feel of the stuff, especially after she had smelled it. But she hadn't been. The girl wouldn't admit it to herself at the time, but now she realized how her nostrils had widened and twitched at fragrance of it. She wanted to smell it again. More, she actually wanted to taste it. There was no way of explaining it to herself. All Addy knew was that she had a strong, overpowering urge to taste the white liquid she'd felt and smelled coming from Darcy's hot penis.
She tugged down the zipper of his fly, feeling his eyes burn into her hand. There was no pretense of astonishment on Darcy's part. He wanted Addy even more than she wanted him, and she knew it.
It took some doing to pull the huge, fat wand through the hole in his underwear, but Addy did it.
She stared at his cock, fascinated as her fingers closed around the thick barrel. She watched it stiffen and harden to its full length. The head was a rich purple, and the shank, which had been tan, was now reddish. She saw the dark hairs curling around the base, looking very much like the blood vessels winding through it. Darcy's prick was the most majestic-looking thing she had ever seen. She felt the hard velvet skin in her palm and it made her shudder.
A tiny, diamond-like drop formed at the tip. The drop got bigger and bigger. Out of curiosity she leaned forward and sniffed. Aside from the masculine muskiness coming from the base of Darcy's cock, there was no odor at all. With her finger she touched the drop and watched it become a lubricous smear. Addy rubbed the cream all around the purple dome, making it shine with a rich gloss. Her other hand tightened into a fist around its bole, sliding up and down a little, feeling it pulse and throb in her hand like a living tree branch.
The more she stared at the purple knob at the tip of his burning cock, the more it looked like a ripe, luscious plum. It looked delicious, and she felt her mouth watering as she stared at Darcy's cock. There was a strong compulsion on her part to literally swallow the fruit.
God! she thought to herself. I have to taste it. I just have to.
It was her food, her sustenance. Without it, Addy knew she would die of hunger.
Grasping his cock all the more tightly with her hand, she dragged herself a little closer, raising her head until it was over his thighs. Opening her mouth, staring very intently at Darcy's phallic helmet, Addy brought her head down and pushed part of the slippery plum between her lips. It was hot and slick and tasted better than she believed possible. She felt the thick base pulsing wildly in her palm as the part of the cockhead between her lips swelled to even greater size. It made her want to taste more of it, so Addy pushed her head down and sucked the entire glands between her lips, letting her tongue rim the corona as she did so. That huge, smooth, knobby dome rubbed and pressed against her lapping tongue and the taste of it made her shiver with delight.
The girl pushed lower, taking two thick inches of shaft into her mouth along with the solid head. Meanwhile, her hand began tugging on the base of Darcy's cock. Her lips tightened and worked lower, and she felt herself drooling. Some of the saliva slid from between her lips and the solid cock and dribbled down the shaft to come to rest on her grasping fist.
Addy wanted more of his penis. She wanted all of it fitting into her tight, tiny mouth. She sucked madly, pushing her mouth even lower until her ringing lips touched her fist. Had his prick been thinner she might have fitted more of it in her mouth. It's very thickness prevented her from wedging more of the fleshy cock into her mouth. She felt the heavy head pressing into her throat, squeezing against her gullet. She sucked, tasting the sweetness of his colorless semen, working her lips against his thick, meaty shaft.
Darcy's hands flattened against the sides of Addy's head and began working her mouth up and down, up and down, and she sucked strongly the entire time, pulling his meaty prong between her lips, sliding it along her tongue and palate to the back of her throat, and letting the swollen rubbery cap press against her gullet before allowing it to slide back the way it had come.
Then she suddenly felt his thick prick spasm and twitch between her lips, pressing down against her tongue. She heard him start to moan and make funny little noises in his throat. Addy thought she might be hurting him and was ready to pull her mouth off, when his hands came away from her cheeks and pressed down hard on her head, forcing his cock against her esophagus. And all the while her hand continued to tug on it, madly. The dome thickened and swelled to unbelievable size in her mouth, and suddenly she felt as if lava was erupting into her throat. Darcy's thick cock sprayed her gullet with fluid electricity, and the hot, blazing eruption sprayed through her mouth for what seemed like forever. Some of it would have fallen on his pants had her fist not been there to catch it.
Time seemed to stop for a few moments. It was a wonderful, heavenly moment for Addy as she drank the entire contents of his solid flesh hose. As it shriveled she found it fitted more easily into her mouth and she was soon able to take the entire cock. Her chin felt something soft still inside his pants. She knew what it was. It was his balls. She wanted to lick them, as well, though, she would settle for his cock.
She licked the drying liquid from the top of her fist, then removed her fist and sucked on his shriveling dong until it was completely out of fluid. Even then, Addy continued working her mouth, sucking and licking his cock over and over.
Darcy finally took his hands off the babysitter's head and lifted her lovely face to him. She felt the spot of semen on her cheek, and before he could wipe it away with his hanky, she had licked it off.
"Was it good?" she wanted to know. "Was I as good for you as you were for me?"
"You were very good," Darcy assured her.
"Don't make me go now," Addy begged. "Do something for me, first."
"Wait a little while," he told her. "I have to get hard again."
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked.
"No," he told her, his nasal breathing very heavy. "Not tonight, that's for sure. There'd be a bloodstain somewhere in this house that I wouldn't be able to explain away."
"Well then, what?"
"A sixty-nine," he answered. "I mean, from what I saw, you seemed to enjoying sucking my cock."
"I did," she nodded. "I enjoyed it very much."
"Well I enjoyed eating you out, last week. So tonight ... this morning ... we'll do it together, both at the same time."
"This is very exciting," she admitted.
"Yeah, but it'll be more fun if we're both totally naked. So let's go into the den and undress."
He got up, walked over and shut off the TV set. Then he led Addy into a little room off to the side. He shut the door, pulled down the shade, and drew the curtains before he turned on the light.
"No one'll see any lights on from outside, and with the door closed it's almost soundproof in here."
He took off his suit, shirt, and underwear. "You've got nice, firm tits," he told her, sitting on the den sofa with Addy naked in his lap.
He pulled her close and began licking her nipples.
Addy sucked her breath in and held onto Darcy's head. The feel of his tongue on her nipples excited her even more as he licked the budding points, making them fill with blood and extend like tiny pink bullets from the silver dollar-sized suction cups of her aureole.
"Mmmm," she sighed, "that feels good."
She wiggled in his lap, feeling his limp penis rub against the under part of her slender thighs. She pressed her own girlish lips to his forehead.
He turned her so she sat straddling his lap, with her thighs wrapped around his middle. She had her hands clasped behind his neck and was leaning way back so he could continue sucking her nipples while Addy humped her cunt against his limp cock, realizing it was the littlest bit bigger than it had been when she'd finished sucking on it earlier.
She rubbed her clinging cunnus against his growing dork with faster movement, feeling it thicken and swell as it pressed against her tight, creaming slit.
"I'd love to be fucked," she whispered, hearing somewhere that use of that particular word always aroused men.
"I'd love it, too," he nodded, "but not tonight. Don't worry, Addy. That hot little pussy of yours will get itself properly reamed, at the right time. Just wait a little while longer. I promise you it'll be a lotta fun."
"Okay," she agreed.
With her legs still clamped tightly around his waist, he stood up, turned around, and gently pressed her back into the sofa.
"Okay, Addy," he whispered. "This is it! A nice little sixty-nine. Ready?"
"Uh, huh," she nodded, eagerly.
She opened her thighs, releasing the hold she had on him, at the same time unclasping her hands from behind his neck. Darcy swung his body around so his three-quarter hard cock dangled above her face. She stared straight up at it, loving the thick, heavy way it stood out, pointing down toward her eager lips. Now she could see his balls, admiring the way his dangling scrotum looked. His balls were huge, like a pair of golf balls inside a leather sack, all covered with hair. His heavy cock was almost completely stiff now, and it was wet and shiny, making her mouth water.
"Just open wide and take it right in," he instructed.
"Oka-k-k-k-k ... " Addy said. Darcy's heavy dong slid right in and moved with almost practiced ease to the back of her throat where it came to rest.
"Careful now, don't get overanxious and bite. Just suck it nice and easy, like you did before ... run your tight lips over it and rub your tongue against it-ooooh-thataway."
Addy nodded, feeling overcome with desire and heat. The swollen cock felt so wonderful in her mouth she wanted to bite and chew in addition to being able to suck. It took all her willpower to use only her lips and tongue. Her tongue lapped strongly, and she followed the combination of saliva and lubricant as Darcy pushed the mighty organ back and forth between her lips.
Addy dug her fingers into his solid ass-cheeks and pulled him a little lower, even though he insisted on keeping himself balanced on his knees. His balls rubbed against her nose and forehead and she breathed the essence of him in, deeply.
She felt his arms forcing her thighs apart and she jumped as his sand-papery tongue flicked at her delicate clitoris. Then his thick, heavy tongue slithered between her inner and outer labia, running first along Addy's right side, and then along her left side, moving up and down. He licked the moss-encircled pink gash again and again, letting his tongue slither between her asscheeks as well, touching the puckered rosebud of her anus. She writhed under his knowing tongue, her own mouth continuing to suck wildly. His own fingers were gripping her asscheeks, fingertips rubbing her asshole when he wasn't licking it.
When she felt his tongue flatten and press against her clit, Addy shuddered back and forth madly, and suddenly she felt a finger slide part way into her tight cunt. The finger moved in rhythm to the way her mouth sucked his tremendous dork. Her lips tightened around his cock all the more strongly as her cunt-muscles clamped down around his probing finger. And all the while her palate rubbed his glands, licking madly at it, while his tongue lapped away at her shivering clit. She felt his finger press harder and harder into her, rubbing back and forth with ever-maddening pressure, while his tongue applied equally heavy pressure to her aching clit.
She felt his lips suddenly close tightly around her tender clitoris and she shuddered madly as Darcy compressed his mouth around the over-sensitive nubbin as his tongue whipped over it again and again, making her ass roll from side to side as she shuddered and bounced. She felt his teeth delicately nibble her tender button while he continued driving a finger in and out of her cunt. Yet another finger probed at her asshole, making the girl squirm even more.
Addy was thrilled no end, sucking strongly and drinking, unable to keep herself still for one moment. When she felt a finger worm its way into her asshole, she writhed wildly. She was hooked in three holes at once, with a cock stuffing her mouth and fingers filling her pussy and anus. She burned as if the flames of perdition were seething through her.
Her tight, anxious mouth had caused his glands to swell to such a proportion the throbbing knob no longer fit in the tiny pocket at the rear of her throat. She felt his body ram the thick meat back and forth more and more quickly, giving her no chance to tighten her lips around it. Brilliant flashes of bright, colorful lights began going off in her head as his second load of heavy seed began pumping out like a flaming spray, blasting away for what seemed like a delicious forever.
This load seemed hotter, tastier, and she thoroughly enjoyed every drop of the gism as she swallowed. It was nice, very nice as it washed down her throat. And all the while his mouth kept lapping at her clit until her own thighs finally tightened around his head. She bucked furiously, an arm in her mouth to keep herself from squealing out her delight and waking up the entire neighborhood.
They rolled together for a long time, thudding to the den floor without letting go. She could feel his tongue continue to drink out the heavy flow from her sweet little pussy while she continued madly sucking, lapping and drinking the wonderful contents oozing from his shriveling cock. It shrunk a lot faster, this time. Even so, Addy managed to get her mouthful of wonderful semen. It slid down her throat as if it was the nectar of the gods. She was in a delightful, dizzying spin. All her worries, all her woes, all her problems, went down the proverbial drain the way his wet, sticky sperm went down her throat.
Now her tongue licked his cock, his balls, and all the surrounding crevices. She even probed with her tongue between his asscheeks and licked at his anal hole. The tiny prune-like pucker was a new experience for her questing tongue, and when she saw how it made him wriggle, she kept it there for what seemed like half a lifetime.
It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when they finished. Addy would have remained there forever, had she been able. But she knew she had to leave, and so she reluctantly dressed.
It was while they were in the car, and Darcy was driving her home that he asked, "Is it true you work with your father some of the time?"
"Uh huh," she nodded. "I'm his secretary on Saturday."
"What do you do, aside from answering phones?"
"I type a lot of his correspondence. I'm very good with a typewriter."
"You must be fairly familiar with all the people he works with."
"I know a few of them," she admitted.
"How about my next-door neighbor, Marty Lehrer?"
"Gee, I didn't know Mr. Lehrer lived next door to you."
"Oh yes. And you know him?"
"Of course."
"Have you any idea what Mr. Lehrer is trying to do with your father at the moment?"
"No, I'm afraid hot. I know it has something to do with that swampland at the other end of town, but that's all I know."
"Well I want you to do me a favor, Addy. If you hear anything more about that deal, I want you to tell me."
"Why?"
"Just call it a special favor. Okay?"
"Sure, if it'll get me more of what I got tonight."
"It'll get you a lot more, honey. You just do as I say, okay?"
"So far you haven't done wrong by me," she laughed.
"And I won't, Addy. You just stick with me and we'll have a lot of fun together, you and I."
"I'm all for that," she nodded. "I like fun."
"Everyone likes fun."
He pulled up in front of her house, got out with her, walked her to the door, then handed her twenty dollars.
"Twenty dollars?" she asked. "Gee, that's a lot of money."
"Well, you came to my house at seven P.M. You left at three. That's eight hours, right there. At two and a half dollars an hour, that's twenty dollars." And he kissed her goodnight.
CHAPTER THREE
"You were up pretty late last night," Harold Scharf said to his sister. "I woke up when y'came in. It was after four. What were you doin'?"
"Harold, mind your own little snot-nosed business," Addy snapped at her twelve-year-old brother.
Harold was very short, on the thin side, with rosy apple-cheeks just like his sister. He even had a pretty face rather than a handsome one, though his ears looked like a taxi cabs two rear doors when wide open. He had let his hair grow long to cover his ears and now looked more effeminate than ever. And this was a shame, because Harold Scharf was not in any way girlish. More than one boy his own age or older had suffered a bloody nose for having called Harold a sissy.
There was certainly nothing sissyish about the cock he sported between his slender thighs. And where other boys his age were first learning to jerk off, Harold had been pulling his meat for more than three years, and he was more than ready to use it in a hot, pulsing pussyhole. He knew more about sex than his father, mother, and sister combined.
"C'mon, Adelaide, what were you doin' with Shelly, huh? Maybe you were giving him what his wife hasn't given him for months."
"Harold, you have a filthy mind. And just what do you mean about his wife not giving him anything?"
"Ah, everyone knows Arlene's cut Shelly off. She's been turned off by him. She gets her jollies from some of his customers. He uses the customers' wives-when he can."
"What makes you such a know-it-all?"
"It isn't just me. Everyone in the neighborhood knows about the Darcy's. I figured you knew it too. But I guess you don't wanna know it."
"Close that filthy little mouth of yours. Harold, you're so disgusting at times."
"How do I rate being disgusting? Just 'cause I told you the truth? Hey, maybe I'm hittin' closer to home than I thought. Is it possible you really do got somethin' goin' with old hotshot Darcy?"
"What a rotten, dirty little mind you have, Harold."
"Hey, look, I wouldn't blame Darcy one bit. You're one of the best built girls I've ever seen. To tell the truth Adelaide, I wouldn't mind doin' somethin' with you myself, even if you are my sister."
"Wait'll I tell Mom and Dad," Addy snapped.
"What'll you tell them? You gonna say I said something naughty? I'll say you're makin' it up 'cause you don't like me."
"That's a lie and you know it."
"Not altogether a lie, Addy. I mean, you don't exactly like me."
"Stop talking like that. You're my brother."
"I mean y'don't even like me as a brother."
"Well you are a little snitch."
"If you gave me somethin' worthwhile, I'd be more'n glad t'keep my mouth shut."
"What d'you want, half my allowance?"
"Nah! I got more money than I know what to do with, now. All I do is either stick it in the bank or buy more film for my camera. Ever since Uncle Louis gave me his old en-larger and all those chemicals, I find picture-takin' is a lotta fun."
"And I suppose you'd like to take some pictures of me for that filthy rag you circulate among your friends?"
"Well hell, Addy. Nude pictures of you would bring me in two bucks a copy. And if you could get some of your girlfriends over here to pose, hell, I could end up gettin' ten bucks a copy for my little magazine."
"How you ever learned the printing business at your age ... "
"We gotta lotta uncles, Addy. Uncle Joey runs his own printing business. He showed me how to set everything up downstairs in the basement. The half of your allowance you're offerin' me ain't nothing compared to what I'm already earning with my magazine."
"Harold Scharf, if you ever take pictures of me with your rotten camera and put them in your magazine, I'll tell Mommy and Daddy all about it, and they'll take everything away from you."
"Yeah, but I'll always have those pictures, won't I."
"Stop dreaming, Harold. You don't have any pictures yet, and you never will if I can help it."
"As long as I'm dreaming, I might as well tell you I don't dream of only taking your picture, Addy."
"What terrible thing are you trying to say now, Harold?"
"Terrible? Hell! If you knew what I had in mind, you'd probably slap my face, but if you did what I had in mind, you'd probably go nuts, gettin' a big kick outta it, yourself."
"Harold Scharf, how could you think such things. I'm your sister."
"Yeah. You're my sister, with the solid knockers and the round little ass, and I'll bet you have a nice furry ring around that sweet little cunt you have between your legs, too."
"MOTHERRRR!" Addy yelled, "Harold is talking dirty again."
"I'm not doin' any such thing, ma," Harold called out to his mother, who was still in the master bedroom, lying next to her husband, Ed Scharf. "Addy's making it all up."
"Both you kids shut up and let us sleep a little longer," Ed Scharf snapped.
"See," Harold whispered, giggling. "You scream one more time and Pop'll really cream you."
"Harold Scharf, you get out of my room this very instant."
The boy walked to where his sister was still lying in her bed, deliberately sat on the edge, smiled down at her, and said, "Addy, you and me got the same blood going through us. I'm a hot little son of a bitch, which means you're a hot twat. Now before you start yelling for mom and dad, you just get this through your head. Some day I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you good and proper. And when I'm finished with you, instead of your yelling how lousy I am, you're gonna beg for more. An' because I'm so hot for you, I'm gonna give you all you want, until you probably wear me out."
"That is the filthiest, rottenest, most disgusting thing I have ever heard," Addy whispered back.
"Yeah," Harold laughed, and running his small hand over his sister's left tit, he squeezed it once through her shortie pajama, then jumped up and back before her hand could swat him.
Addy shuddered, watching her brother run out of the room. His touching her nipple had triggered something inside her. It brought back memories of Sheldon Darcy sucking on the nipple, and she began feeling the seepage come out of her pussy.
Oh God! She was hooked. She was really hooked. She was all the terrible things her mother said she shouldn't be.
She got her hot blood from both sides of the family. Her parents screwed away at one another hotly and heavily every chance they had. Her outburst with Harold had awakened them, and she knew they would be at it very shortly. Though she had never seen them at it, she'd heard them often enough. Her bedroom was right next to theirs.
There was a little hole in the wall between the two bedrooms, but her mother had hung a picture over it. The picture was hung in Addy's room, though. Her mother had figured Addy didn't know about the hole in the wall, and the picture would have looked funny hanging near the dressing table mirror on her side of the wall, so Rena Scharf had hung the picture in Addy's room.
All the times she'd listened, Addy knew her parents used to play games. Sometimes her mom would be the whore and her father would be the customer. Other times he would play the pimp who would con her into putting out for him so he could see if she was good enough to join his "stable." Or her mother would play the coy virgin.
As she listened that morning, Addy was surprised to hear her parents pretending to be brother and sister. They'd locked their bedroom door, but with her ear pressed to the wall, Addy could hear everything they said. This time she was determined to watch, as well.
Removing the picture from her wall, she pressed her eye to the hole and had a perfect view of the bed. Her parents were lying in it, side by side. Her mother had a shortie pajama on, just like she had, and her father was wearing his pajama pants.
"Eddie," Rena was saying, as their daughter watched, "don't do this. You know the folks could be home any moment."
"Who cares about them," Ed Scharf whispered, pretending to be his wife's brother. "I'm hot for you, honey, and you know it. Stop fighting me."
Rena writhed under the pressure of his heavy frame as it pushed her deeper into the mattress, but found it impossible to slide out from under.
"They could walk in at any moment," she gasped.
"But they won't," he whispered just loud enough for Addy to hear, as his lips kissed Rena's ear and his hand moved through her short, dark, curly hair. "C'mon, honey. You know you want it. Even when we were kids together, in the same bathtub, with Mom washing us, I used to feel myself get hard looking at you. I couldn't do anything in front of Mom and Dad, but now we're alone."
His lips kissed her mouth, and she hesitated, appearing to hold her own kiss back.
"I'm glad I have you alone," he whispered. "I had to try something with you this once. Don't hate me, honey."
"Oh Eddie," she sighed. "I ... I don't know what to do or say."
He gripped her jaw with his hand and turned her face toward his, pressing his lips to hers.
Addy could see her mother's mouth open almost instantly to accept her father's tongue as it slowly licked its way around her lips. Eventually Rena's tongue came out and began licking back, and Addy felt herself get hotter than ever.
"I feel so terrified about it," Rena whispered.
"It's a good thing, Rena," Ed replied. "You'll like it. You'll see."
"I ... just don't know."
Staring at the tableau, Addy felt herself getting hotter and hotter.
Go on, she thought to her mother. Go on and do it. Go on.
"Okay," she heard Rena finally say. "Teach me. Show me. Do things to me."
She wriggled her body against his, letting him open the buttons on the top of her shortie pajama. Rena knew her body still carried the lingering odor of the bath salts she had used the previous night, and she was aware how the pungent aroma would affect him. Already she could see the way his nostrils quivered.
Addy heard her mother start to urge her father to continue, whispering, "Go ahead, Eddie. I want it now. I really want it."
"Oh Rena," he breathed shudderingly, jamming his lips to hers and pressing his somewhat expansive stomach against hers. His fingers ran down the bare flesh of her body, slipping into the elastic waistband of her pajama bottom. As his mouth moved lower, his lips latching onto her tits, his fingers also moved lower until he was rubbing them through the tufted mound between her thighs, letting his fingers ease into her slit.
Rena's thighs parted all the wider, allowing Ed's fingers easier access, and she raised her ass, forcing her cunt against his probing fingers. Her own hands smoothed their way through his curly, dark brown hair. Like Darcy, Ed Scharf was going bald, but not quite as quickly. Her fingers curled themselves in the natural ringlets of his hair as his lips continued sucking a few moments longer on her chocolate-brown nipples.
Staring at her mother's tits, Addy decided she got her nipple-coloring from her father's side of the family. Her Aunt Sunny, who had boobs so immense she needed special bras made to hold them up, had gigantic pink nipples and aureole. She watched as her father's mouth now moved off her mother's nipples and began traveling down her mother's stomach. Hell, her father seemed to know as much about sex as Mr. Darcy. He even seemed to display a greater expertise, making Addy even hotter, fantasizing he might one day do to her what he was doing to her mother.
Ed's tongue was teasing Rena's navel now, bringing sighs of "Oh Eddie, Eddie," from her mother, who was squirming under the masterful way he lapped at her tanned body. Even now, in the winter, Rena's body seemed to keep most of the tan she acquired every summer.
Rena's torso was trembling as he let his tongue trickle across her abdomen, lapping and tasting until his mouth reached the top of the aromatic gash where his fingers had already found a temporary haven. The hair-surrounded pool of passion was dripping with erotic liquid.
His hands pulled her panties down and off, then he parted her thighs, and holding onto each with one hand, moved between them. His fingers rubbed the smooth, silken softness of her tanned inner thighs as Rena's breath came out in short, choppy, shuddering exhalations. Her entire torso writhed madly as her head bounced against the pillow. Addy noted her mother's eyes were tightly shut, her lips were pulled back revealing gritted teeth, and her fists were clenched. Rena lay there, her heart pumping as she anticipated the first slurping advance against her shivering, leaking slit.
As she felt his breath come closer to her labial portals, she raised her asscheeks from the mattress and began rotating her pussy before his eyes. She could feel the barest touch of the tip of his nose as it lightly moved along her opened, slick, streaming pussylips. Her hot labia seemed to beckon him in as they fluttered like moth wings.
A gasp escaped her as she sensed his trembling fingers deftly separate the rich, pink, meaty slices of hairy softness protecting the infinite depths of her tasty quim. As his fingers separated her sweet cuntlips, Rena writhed, feeling the cool air in the room whoosh into her blistering center. This was instantly followed by the heat of his breath as he gently blew into her flaming recess.
"Oh God!" she muttered. "Oh God! Eddie, I can't stand any more of this. Do something!"
She all but slammed her pussy into his face, feeling the way his nose moved between the slickness of her seething labia.
"Yes," she whispered in a strangled voice. "Do it!"
Addy knew how her mother felt. She could feel her own pussy rumbling between her thighs, vicariously sympathizing with her mother. Remembering how good it felt when Sheldon Darcy had tongued her own twat, she was anxious to see her father render lip service to her mother's anxious hole. Her body was trembling, and she pressed her own fingers between her thighs, under her shorty pajama pants, into her crack.
Rena was trembling violently, gasping loud enough for the sound to penetrate the thick walls of her bedroom. Her voice rasped deep in her throat as Eddie tugged at her delicate nymphae, parting them just enough so he could push his head forward and fit his cool tongue into the hot slot. He pushed his oral digit up and in, as far as it could go, pressing against her pelvic bone with the bridge of his nose.
"Eddie, Eddie," she hoarsely gasped. "Push that ... tongue all the way in. Ream out my pussy."
Rena's legs suddenly went up in the air and began pumping madly, as if she were riding a bicycle. Addy could see her mother's toes curling tightly as she pressed her hot thighs around Ed Scharf's head, squeezing it tightly as his lashing tongue lapped deeply into the tender, tasty expanse of her teeming cunt. Scharf's hands were cupping the round cheeks of his wife's ass, squeezing the round, plastic-pliable mounds, causing them to tremble like Jello between his fingers. His tongue slithered in and out with greater speed and effort, making Rena's butt shiver in appreciation.
Addy watched her father move one hand so he could slide a finger into her mother's frothing pussy and wiggle it around. She also noted he was soaking the forefinger of his other Hand in her quim juices, letting it get properly lubricated before pressing it against her completely exposed asshole. With a single, well-aimed thrust, the finger pushed in past the sphincter and buried itself up to the second knuckle in her hot, tight, crushing bung.
"Eyaaaahh ... " Rena yelped as his finger wiggled around inside her ass.
She was rotating her tail clockwise as Ed's finger moved counterclockwise.
"This is the best ... " she squeaked out. "This time is the best. You're terrific, Eddie."
Addy watched as her mother trembled, thrusting her body back and forth against his finger while moving her ass circularly to get the full benefit of her husband's lapping tongue.
"Ayaaaarrggghhh!" Rena suddenly screamed as she went into the wild throes of orgasm.
She writhed and squirmed and shuddered, as her on-looking daughter felt more and more heat travel through her body. Addy kept rubbing her fingers in her own squishy slot, but it didn't seem to be doing much good. After what she'd undergone with Darcy, added to what she was watching now, simple masturbation would never be enough.
"No more," Rena was sobbing softly. "No more."
Her hands were pulling at her husband's hair, trying to dislodge him from her squirting nest. Ultimately he surrendered and raised his dripping face from the warm, soft confines of her satin thighs.
"Fuck me," Rena begged. "Fuck me, now."
Yes, Addy screamed inside herself. Fuck her! Let me see what it looked like. Show me how I was manufactured.
Rena's thighs were wide open invitations as she twitched her ass from side to side on the bed, inviting her husband to dick her. Her outstretched arms were pleading with him to come into her.
Eddie came down on top of her into her mad embrace. His mouth cemented itself to hers. Both pairs of lips were wide open, allowing their tongues to move back and forth between their oral caverns. Each sucked hungrily on the other's tongue as Ed poised his cock at the ellipse of her shimmering snatch.
Rena's legs remained wide apart and quivering, waiting for him to stab her so she could wrap those thighs around his body and lever her ass from the bed in a mad pumping move. As it was, her tits pressed strongly into his hairy chest, her elongated nipples plunging through the jungle to rest against the hot flesh of his own breast. Her hands held themselves tightly around his head, her teeth all but biting his lips when her tongue wasn't in play.
"You ready?" he asked, throatily.
"Oh God! Am I ever ready," Rena told him.
"Daddy, don't be so stupid," Addy quietly whispered, trying to urge her father to fuck.
Rena's hole was a tight thing, and Ed couldn't merely thrust his cock inside. He had to slowly urge it in, a fraction of an inch at a time, and Addy gasped, thinking how much tighter her own unused cunt was, and how much thicker Sheldon Darcy's cock was. Her father had a nice-sized pole, but it wasn't the length or thickness of that monstrous meat attached to Darcy's crotch. Not that Addy pitied her mother, since it was obvious her father was a true expert when it came to things like this. But Rena would have envied her daughter had she seen the thickness of Darcy's hot cock. She would also have punished Addy severely. But now Addy wondered whether it would be to teach her a lesson, or simply out of spite because she, Rena, had such a strong moral upbringing, she would never allow herself the luxury of another cock inside her. Addy intended enjoying Darcy's but she also intended enjoying many others, besides.
Her father's cock was almost all the way into her mother's tight, squirming pussy, now. It was nestling its full length in the simmering juices inside as Rena's arms wrapped themselves around her husband and pulled him close to her. Her thighs encircled his spine, tugging his ass closer, pushing that last fraction of an inch of meat into her with a noisy "thukk."
Rena was tingling from her toes clear up to her belly button as Ed's heavy cock began sliding back and forth inside her. Unlike her daughter, Rena was unaware of the difference in the sizes and shapes of full-grown cocks. As far as she was concerned, this was the fattest, longest, most penetrating prick in the entire world. Her belly felt as if it were on fire; as if a cauldron had been ignited in there.
Ed's flat ass raised and lowered in a rhythmic beat as he ploughed deeply into his adoring wife. He slammed into her with vehemence, making her writhe in tortured delight. She felt him screwing in, hard and long, feeling the wonderful way his tool seemed to cleanse every portion of her inner cunt as it pumped wildly, almost viciously, into her again and again. She could feel the way her own sticky interior clung to his reaming pole, almost stripping the outer layer of skin from it because of how tight it was inside her.
Now Rena unwound her legs from behind her husband and planted them flat on the bed, driving up all the harder to meet his constant, powerful down plunging. She felt him grinding her juicy body far into the soft mattress. Had there not been so much give to the mattress, the pressure of his pubis against hers might have broken her pelvic bone.
But Rena gave as good as she got, slamming her cunt back hard against his ramming cock. He seemed to be pulling farther back and plunging in ever deeper now, as if his cock had grown to new, longer lengths while locked inside her. When he plunged forward, it was as if his long, hard staff was actually probing up into her anxious belly.
Rena had no idea the huge cock could grow so immensely, and she was even more amazed she could contain every last bit of its plunging length. Her sucking crack seemed to be making slurping noises she continued to nurse on his weighty male bone. She felt it slide wonderfully in and out of her tingling hole as he leaned forward and began chewing her chocolate nipples.
"God," he muttered, "you have such great tits."
"They're too ... uhhh ... small," Rena gasped.
"They're just the right size for me," he told her, breathing heavily.
But mine are bigger, Addy thought, watching the way her father expertly mouthed her mother's nipples. Not even Darcy had been that good. Addy had to admit, when it came to knowing the right way to do things. There was no man like her father.
Rena felt her husband's cock getting even thicker, and she knew blastoff time was only moments away. One thing she and Eddie had never been able to do was come together. Sometimes she came first, sometimes he came first. Not that it mattered since if she came first, she writhed and wriggled until Eddie unleashed his sperm into her hot cunt. And if he came first, he would always go back down on her, even if it meant licking his come out of her hole. And he would go on licking until she concluded.
This time he was coming first, and she shuddered, feeling his ass thud all the harder against her body. And then the swollen cock seemed to blow up inside her as flashes of hot, soothing blam came barreling into her, splashing against her clinging walls, inundating the cervical mouth deep inside, washing all over with its heated contents, making her own heat increase.
"Ayaaaghhhhrrrghhh!" she screamed, suddenly feeling her own climax bubble up right behind his.
She wasn't coming with him, but it was immediately after him. As he grunted a loud, "Uurrrfffff!" with every hot load of come shooting out of him, she continued screaming her own passion, overjoyed to be able to come while feeling his heated juice continue shooting into her.
Addy felt jealous of her mother for the first time in her life as she put the picture back and turned away.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was just after the entire family had finished eating brunch that Addy's father got a call from Marty Lehrer.
"You sure you want that land?" Ed Scharf was saying. "I mean, it really isn't much good for anything."
Addy watched as her father listened for a few minutes, then said, "I'll have a binder typed up. You can sign it tomorrow when you bring the money over. I know my client has been looking to get rid of that land for a long time, but at the right price."
When he hung up, Ed called his daughter over to him and said, "I have a little extra work for you kitten. Do you mind?"
"Oh no, Daddy," she answered, smiling. "I'd do anything for you."
There was more than a hint of the siren in Addy's voice, but Ed didn't notice it. His mind was too wrapped up in the real estate deal he was about to pull off.
The Teichman Swampland had never been good for anything except for the dumping of garbage. It was an abandoned bit of swampland, for the most part. Except for some water birds and a few worms, it was completely uninhabited. This was what had made it such a good repository for garbage. But the owner of the swamp, one Mitchell Teichman, didn't like the idea of everyone, including all the private sanitation companies, filling in his swamp with trash and garbage. Not that he particularly cared about the swamp, but he would have liked to sell off the land at a decent price. True, it was far from choice property, yet someday the location had to be good for something.
Now, out of the clear blue sky, Marty Lehrer was offering ten dollars an acre for more than five thousand acres of swampland. Fifty thousand dollars. It was too good a deal to pass up. Teichman had come to Scharf to act as his broker, because Scharf had a reputation for dealing cleanly. But Ed Scharf was no fool. And since the property involved wasn't his, he could look at things with a slightly different eye. Like, why should Martin Lehrer, after all these years, want to buy up five thousand worthless acres of land at ten dollars an acre?
Scharf had done some checking around, but no one seemed to know anything. Even so, not completely satisfied, and without Teichman's knowing about it, Scharf told Lehrer, Teichman was in no hurry to sell. He wanted twenty dollars an acre. Lehrer had offered twelve, but Scharf refused. Then Lehrer, in the next few weeks offered fourteen, fifteen, seventeen, and eighteen dollars an acre. Still Scharf, on behalf of Teichman, refused.
Finally, that Sunday morning, Lehrer had agreed to the twenty dollar an acre price. A hundred thousand dollars. Why in the name of hell was Lehrer willing to pay so much money for some worthless swampland?
What the hell! Lehrer had met the price he'd set. Ed Scharf couldn't stall things any longer.
Digging up an old bill of sale, Scharf gave it to his daughter as a model, also giving her a piece of paper with the right names, showing her where to fill in each of the names.
Addy, blissfully unaware of what was going on, went ahead and typed up the bill of sale, then typed up a binder, as well, using another old binder as a model. She gave it all to her father, then remembered what Sheldon Darcy had said. He wanted her to let him know if anything further was happening between Lehrer and her father.
Taking her bicycle out of the garage, she cycled over to Darcy's house. Ringing the bell, she waited. When the door opened, she was confronted with Arlene Darcy, who, with her bleached blonde hair straggling all over her face, looked like something newly-arrived from Hell.
"Izzat you, Addy?" she asked, staring bleary-eyed at the girl.
"Please, Mrs. Darcy, could I speak with Mr. Darcy for a moment?"
"Sure, sure, come in," the woman said, holding a frazzled blue housecoat tightly around her.
Addy came into the house and Arlene Darcy shut the door behind her.
"Hey, Addy, let's you and I have a woman-to-woman talk, huh?"
Addy felt her heart start to pump. Why should Arlene Darcy want to have a chat with her?
"Sure, Mrs. Darcy."
"Call me Arlene, kid. I think you and I have something in common."
"Huh?"
Arlene motioned for Addy to sit down on the living room sofa. When Addy finally sat, Arlene sat, as well.
"Look kid, last night I was frazzled. I was so pie-eyed, I don't know what the hell happened until I woke up about a half hour ago."
"Well gee, Mrs. Darcy ... "
"Arlene, kid, Arlene. Look, I may not be a raving beauty, but right now I'm all Shelly has. Dig? And because I'm all he has, every minute the two of us are alone in the bedroom, he tries putting the make on me. Well, what the hell, I'm his wife, he's entitled-right? But this morning, when I woke up Shelly not only didn't try, but he wasn't even in the bedroom. Now why should Shelly suddenly go cool? Only one answer: he's gettin' it somewhere else. And I don't mean from the wife of a client. I don't think Shelly left this house more than once after he put me to bed, and that one time hadda be to take you home. So I figure, where, after midnight, without going out and lookin' for some hustler, can my husband get any kinda action? Sorry Addy, but it all adds up to you."
"Now look, Mrs. Darcy ... "
"Arlene, remember? Arlene. And you look, kid. I'm not complaining. I mean, the rumors going around the neighborhood happen to be true. For the most part, I have cut Shelly off. That fat cock of his is just too big for me. I can't take it anymore. So all I'm sayin' is, be discreet about it. If I, drunk as a skunk can find out, you can bet other people, cold-sober, can also find out. Now you wanna go see Shelly about something? Be my guest. He's out inna garage."
Addy felt terrified. The only bright ray of sunshine in this whole thing was the fact that Arlene Darcy wasn't screaming it all out to the entire neighborhood. She could hardly move.
"Hey Addy," Arlene slurred. "Come on, buck up. It's our secret. It's gonna stay our secret ... unless Big Mouth Darcy in the garage decides to say something to someone. Believe me, kid, no one's gonna hear it from me. I mean, you're doing me a favor, getting Shelly off my back. I'm grateful. Really I am. If I can ever do anything for you, let me know."
Addy got to her feet, shivering and shaking. She eased her way out the front door and walked over to the garage. The door was closed. She knocked.
A moment later the garage door opened and she confronted Sheldon Darcy in dungarees, wearing a heavy pea coat. She, herself, had never unbuttoned her own green cloth coat.
"Hi Addy," Darcy greeted her, a big smile on his face.
In the cold of the garage his heavy nasal breathing was even more pronounced. Daylight made him look less wonderful and more like the middle aged man he really was.
"What's the matter Addy?" he asked.
"Your wife," Addy said. "She knows."
"Arlene's a full-time lush. Except for taking care of the baby, she doesn't know a damn thing. Whatever she said to you, she was bluffing. You didn't admit anything to her did you?"
"Well no, of course not."
"Good girl. We'll let her go on thinking whatever she wants. She'll never be able to prove a damn thing. But that can't be why you came over here, today."
"Well no, you see, Mr. Lehrer called Daddy today about buying that swamp property. I think Daddy's going to sell it to him tomorrow morning."
"Have any papers been signed?"
"Gosh, no. Daddy just had me type everything up today."
"Looks like I'll have to do something about this."
"You going to try and buy the land yourself?"
"No, Addy. I don't have that kind of money. But I think I can get Lehrer to cut me in for a share. I mean, if the two of us bid against one another, the price would go sky-high. This way, we each get a piece of the action."
"But why should Mr. Lehrer give anything to you?"
"Come on. You'll see."
Darcy led Addy to Lehrer's front door and rang the bell. Lehrer was a widower. His two sons were both in college, and he was living alone at the time.
When he opened the door, thirty seconds later, Addy saw Lehrer was much shorter than Darcy. His hair was very light brown, with white streaks in it, and it was thinning, but still covered his head. He had a moon-face, but his body wasn't fat. Not in the least.
"Hi Shelly," Lehrer greeted, wiping his hands on his brown slacks. "What's the good word?"
Darcy led Addy into the house and shut the door, then he said, "Marty, this is Addy Scharf. Her dad is the guy who you're trying to buy that swampland from."
"Little girls have big ears and bigger mouths," Lehrer said.
"Don't blame her," Darcy explained. "I've known about this deal you've had brewing for some time, ever since T overheard you talking with the shopping center syndicate. They want to drain that swamp and put up one of those shopping malls. Hell! From what I hear you stand to clear better than half a million on that property. I figure there's enough profit there for the both of us."
"Now why the hell should I cut you in for any of it?" Lehrer asked.
"Well, I could argue that you and I are good neighbors and good friends. Or I could say we're bowling partners from way back."
"Big deal."
"Or I could say I'll go to Addy's father and tell him why you want that land. I'm sure he'd be very generous in rewarding me for giving him that bit of information. I know it wouldn't be anywhere near as large as the profit I could hope to reap from investing in that little bit of swampland with you, but, it'd be a sure thing, without the need for me to do any kind of investing."
"I'll cut you in for ten percent," Lehrer finally offered.
"You can do better than that," Darcy prodded. "C'mon, Marty."
"Fifteen percent, "and no more than that."
"Twenty-five percent sounds a lot better. And I can give you a check for my share of the investment the day you sign a paper stating I'm in for twenty-five percent."
"Like when?"
"Like tonight, before you go and sign those other papers tomorrow."
"What about her?" Lehrer asked, referring to Addy. "What's to guarantee she won't go squawking to her father about our agreement?"
"Addy won't talk. I mean, we're Addy's friends. Aside from a few presents she'd like, we have something else to offer Addy she'd just love to have."
"What the hell could that be?" Lehrer asked.
"Cock! Addy loves cock."
"How could you?" Addy screamed. "How could you tell anyone else? It was supposed to be our secret."
"Honey," Darcy smiled. "I'm doing you a favor, sharing the secret with Marty. He loves fucking as much as we do. In fact, to seal the deal, we're going to do both you and Marty a favor. Mary's horny. I mean, his wife has been dead for awhile, and he needs a good cunt. And you need a nice, slender prick to devirginize you. I mean, my own cock just might be too thick to fit inside you."
By now, Addy was sobbing hysterically. When Darcy went to put an arm around her to comfort her, she shook him off, weeping loudly as her body heaved with crying spasms.
"Hey, take it easy," Darcy murmured into her ear, gripping her shoulders tightly. "We'll have a real ball this afternoon. Just the three of us. Not only will you get rid of your troublesome cherry, but just think, you'll have two cocks with which to play. Come on, Addy, you know you'll have a good time. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.
"I should never have done anything with you," she wept, her body shuddering as his hands rubbed her nipples lightly.
Lehrer, who was watching closely, noticed she didn't brush Darcy's hands away. She sat there on the sofa and let him rub her tits, watching as the nipples swelled and pressed against the opaque front of her white blouse.
Addy's resistance started when Darcy began pulling off her skirt. Though she was still weeping, she pushed his hands away from her.
"I think maybe we should leave her alone," Lehrer decided.
"And risk having her tell her father what she heard here? Like hell!" Darcy snapped. "The only way we can be sure she'll keep quiet is if we both fuck her. Believe me, no matter how it starts out, she'll end up willing. Her blood is hotter than boiling oil. You know, a good spanking'll get her ass so hot she won't be able to refuse."
"No-o-o-o-nnphhh ... " Addy started screaming, only to have the sound cut off by Darcy's hand.
"Peel her clothing off, gently," Darcy instructed, clapping his hand over her mouth while wrapping his other arm around her to keep her from struggling.
Lehrer looked at the wide-open, terrified stare above Darcy's hand and was about to call off the whole thing when he realized what was really at stake. He had been able to offer Darcy twenty-five percent because he, himself, controlled sixty percent of the deal. Another twenty percent belonged to the man who had originally gotten the information together, Phil Vito, and the final twenty percent belonged to Nat Gulsey, who had arranged for the various loans from the bank. Unfortunately for Gulsey, his own credit was rotten, which was why he couldn't hog the whole deal to himself. But the bank was willing to lend up to a hundred thousand if Lehrer and Vito co-signed for Gulsey. But now, with Darcy in on the deal, they, would only have to borrow seventy-five thousand, which would make the interest payments much smaller. Darcy had no idea Lehrer had two other partners. But Lehrer knew he would find out soon enough.
In the meantime, Darcy was right. Short of killing the girl, which he knew he couldn't do, Lehrer knew the only way to make sure she remained silent would be to frighten her into keeping quiet. The only sure way to do that would be to fuck the ass off her, knowing if she dared open her mouth, everyone would want to know how she found out. And the only thing left for her, would be to admit she was a little tramp.
He stripped her clothing off, throwing everything to the side. Darcy, meanwhile, had used a handkerchief to gag her. He was using his arms to keep her from pulling the gag out of her mouth.
Lehrer stared at the pink body writhing in front of him. It was one helluva body all right. She had round, firm asscheeks, and between them he could make out the prettiest pucker of asshole. Underneath, he could see the ragged pinkness of her pussylips, and when Darcy managed to turn her around, he had a glimpse of Addy's full, swollen breasts, ripe with readiness. They were two balls of creamy satin, trembling, shivering, bouncing as if they were free-floating in some viscous liquid, moving up and down. Her circles of rich pink aureole were haloes of light carmine around throbbing pink nipples, already erect.
Darcy literally threw the girl at Lehrer, and he just did manage to surround her body with his arms. He held her tightly while Darcy undressed. Then the larger man said, "I'm gonna wallop those asscheeks good. Now you hold her tight. When I'm done with her, I'll grab her while you undress. Then you can fuck her. And believe me, Marty, even though she's crying now, she'll go nuts for that cock of yours once you've shoved it into her."
"No," Addy managed to wail just once as the gag slipped. Lehrer quickly pulled it back up around her mouth.
"Twenty whacks oughtta do it," Darcy said.
He drew his hand back and smacked the girl's round bum-cheek, making her wriggle and squeal through her gag. Her legs kicked back, and then her bare toes tried kicking Lehrer's shins as she futilely struggled to get away from the hand whacking her ass making first one cheek, then the other, burn bright red. Darcy smacked hard and fast, letting nothing stop him. The sound of his bare palm smacking against her ass echoed throughout the room.
Addy wriggled hopelessly, feeling a hardness press against her as she tried pulling forward to escape the flailing hand. It took her a moment to realize she was feeling Lehrer's cock as it pushed through his pants, making a tent pole at his groin.
After about ten whacks, Darcy said, "This standing position is getting us nowhere. Sit on the couch and hold her across your lap."
Lehrer followed Darcy's instructions, pulling Addy across his knees, keeping an arm encircled about both her arms, preventing her from actually moving.
Now her round, luscious asscheeks were tilted up, presenting a better target. Darcy's hand came down harder than ever, and Addy felt grief and shame burn through her as the pain stung her rondular bottom. She turned her face up toward Darcy as if begging him not to hurt her anymore. But Darcy was too enmeshed in what he was doing to notice her. It made Addy feel ashamed that she should actually want to plead for mercy from this man who had brought her so low. If she ever got out of this, she would have nothing more to do with these men again.
Her breasts, which she had always thought of as a bit too small, now felt too large, like two dangling volley-balls attached to her, seeming to pull her toward the floor. They jiggled wildly as his hand slapped her ass again and again.
"Eighteen," she heard him say as his hand cracked across her buttocks again, making her quiver like a bowl of gelatin.
Unable to help herself, she squirmed strongly under each slap, feeling the hot burning in both cheeks brought on by the steady pounding of the flat of Darcy's hand. Finally she let her head hang, allowing her legs to simply dangle as she let herself go limp.
Oddly, the pain was no longer the paramount sensation in her caboose. There was a strange addition of arousal added to the hurt he was inflicting. And then, after the twentieth slap, she felt his hand start to lightly stroke her buttocks. She felt Darcy's fingers moving slowly Mown, teasing the soft puddle between her thighs.
She was wet. She was soaking wet. The spanking had started her pussy bubbling and manufacturing heavy quantities of sticky lubricant. She could feel his other hand pulling on one of her thighs, giving him better access to the hairy pouch between her thighs.
And then she felt his thick, strong fingers slip between the petal-like enclosures of her aching cunnus. It pressed into the opening slot, and Addy felt a hot shiver of desire course through her. Then he slid the finger out and let it rub against her shivering clit.
Oh God! It felt so good, so arousing, so stimulating. She writhed, trying to free her arms from the encircling grip in which they were held, but Marty Lehrer wasn't ready to loosen his hold, yet. Her sweet pussy and ass felt so totally exposed, and all she wanted to do was keep herself from falling headfirst to the floor.
Darcy's finger was rubbing her ultra-sensitive clit again and again, and the liquid seeping out of her, all over the knees of Lehrer's trousers felt like hot, flowing lava.
"Let her slide onto the floor, but keep her up on her knees," Darcy told him.
Addy felt like a toy being manipulated for the satisfaction of some cruel, wanton sadists who were ready to pull her apart. Her head was down, actually touching the floor. Her arms were free, but all she did was press her palms into the floor. She felt so undignified the way her blistered asscheeks were propped high in the air. She also could feel the eyes of both men burning against the already beaten buttocks. They could also see the way her pussylips swelled, and the whole idea suddenly became so terrifying in her mind, she felt like she wanted to flop over on her side. And then Darcy's finger returned to tantalize the button of her aching clitoris, and she found herself unable to move.
She was trembling, making mewling sounds through her gag, trying hard to breathe through partially stopped-up nostrils. The relief when Lehrer removed her gag was overwhelming. Now she was able to fully concentrate on the pleasure being brought on by Darcy's finger. Watching her parents fornicate earlier in the day had gotten her overheated with desire as it was, and now the pressure was beyond belief.
Suddenly Darcy's fingers were gone, and she almost cried out a plea for him to return it.
"Now," she barely heard Darcy say to Lehrer.
She heard some rustling, and barely saw additional clothing being discarded. She felt a hand cup the rounded lips of her seething cunt and she groaned with ecstasy. Then the hand slipped out and placed itself on one of her buttocks as another hand rested on her other buttock.
She felt something hot and hard slide between her pussylips and press against her clitoris as it seemed to peep out in front. It was a cock. But it wasn't Darcy's cock. It was solid, firm, with a bright reddish-magenta head, and it was pulsing and throbbing with heat. But this was a cock not even as large as her father's, much less as large as Darcy's monstrous prick.
She felt a hand press the tube of flesh between her seething lips so the head began rubbing against her clitoris, and at that moment Addy didn't care whose cock it was. All that mattered was the fact that it was a cock, and it felt very good.
She felt him pull the rod back and slip the swollen knob between the soft slices covering her pussy. She could feel the leaking heat seeping from the point of his prick as it rubbed back and forth between her anxious cuntlips.
She felt the pole change position slightly as a hand pushed her forward, causing her pussylips to tilt up just the littlest bit more. And suddenly Addy realized what was about to happen. She was about to be de-hymenized, and it was certainly not by the cock of her choice. Her mouth began mumbling, attempting to object as she felt the hardness of the den floor press into her knees. And then it was too late.
Suddenly she felt a thickness start to move into her, roughly pushing the gates of her labia apart. She was tight. She knew she was tight. Hell! Her mother, having given birth to two children, and getting her father's stiff cock at least four times a week, still had a very tight channel. Was there any reason to believe her own cunt, up to now never used, wouldn't be considerably tighter. Oh God! Even Harold's cock would be better than this one now hurting her all the more as it slowly pushed between her nymphae.
"Uhhh ... uhhh ... " was all she could say as the phallic probe pushed itself ever deeper. She could feel her pussywalls enfolding around the corona of his glands.
He was a third of the way in when he stopped, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Then she even felt him withdraw a little as his voice muttered, "Shit, Shelly! This feels fantastic. You have no idea what something like this means to a guy who hasn't had it as long as I."
She felt the round top of the seething cock pull almost all the way out of her before it eased forward again. Once more he pushed it a third of the way in, then retreated. He did this until he was able to get some movement into his cock, slipping it back and forth, back and forth.
Addy liked it. She liked it better than the tongue she'd felt, and she liked it better than the fingers Darcy had pushed into her. Oh, God! Yes, she loved it. Oh God! It felt great.
And then, all of a sudden, all the good feeling disappeared as the cock didn't stop a third of the way in, but pushed on, splitting her tender hymen into a million tiny bloody shards, removing it once and for all from existence. The stiff prong powered the rest of the way into her tight, squishing pussy, plugging her hole completely.
"Finish it," she sobbed. "Finish it and let this pain come to an end."
"Easy," Darcy said to Lehrer. "Do this right, and she'll be crying out for more cock in almost no time. Just let the prick rest for a few moments, okay?"
"Sure thing," Lehrer sighed. "Oh shit! I hope I can keep my cool. I can't remember when I've felt a cunt this tight-if ever."
So Addy remained kneeling in her supplicant position on the floor, and Lehrer's cock remained locked inside her. They waited, and Addy slowly but surely felt the pain start to recede. After awhile, all she felt was a dull ache between her thighs, but as he began sliding the pole in and out, the ache disappeared completely, replaced by an overwhelming, heavenly sensation she thought could never exist in real life.
She felt Darcy kneel beside her, reach under her, and begin rubbing her button-like clit. The pleasure she felt began to heighten, and she found she was the one moving back and forth.
Her body was trembling in a wave of total, overwhelming delight as the stiff cock in her cunt began sliding back and forth more rapidly. Each time Lehrer shoved forward, she gasped and shuddered. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but they weren't tears of pain or tears of shame. They were tears of happiness, thrilled as Addy was to enjoy the sensation of his powerful cock as it plunged in and out. So what if it wasn't as thick or as long as Darcy's. It was a good, heavy piece of tubular meat, and it was doing one helluva great job.
Her heavy lubrication, added to the blood of her rent cherry, made the going much easier now. In he went, making all kinds of liquid sounds as her cunt walls tightened around his pushing phallus. Then out he came, and she felt herself reluctant to release the cylinder of hot meat. Then he eased it in again, only to slide it back. In, then back, in then back, and the feeling mounting inside her was one of overwhelming ecstasy.
She had her forearms planted firmly on the floor now, and she forced her thighs wider apart in the hope she could feel even more of his pumping pudendum push into her. Her tits still dangled, but no longer felt like external appendages attached to make her position uncomfortable.
Darcy's hand was still pressing the upper part of her juicing slit, rubbing her tingling clit. And Lehrer's slim rod kept sliding in and out of her tight, sloshing pussy. Addy felt so helpless, so betrayed, and yet it was all mixed with a constant sensation of wild thrills. She had remained steady and unmoving, but now she suddenly discovered she was urging her sheath back to continually surround Lehrer's retreating sword. Darcy's fingers, continually massaging her clitoral bud, sent wild paroxysms of delight hurtling through her. Lehrer's lancing billy, moving in and out of her, was creating an additional set of wonderful sensations as it prodded its way far up into her virginal chasm-virginal no longer once his pulsing penis touched the untouched membranes.
Lehrer was moving more and more swiftly now. His bludgeoning penis had widened her trammeled passageway just enough for his weight to send the member rocketing in and out.
"Ohhh ... " she moaned each time he pulled his thundering phallus back, and "Oooaahhh ... " she released each time he returned. His withdrawal each time was merely another "cocking of the hammer." He constantly rocketed forward much faster than he withdrew; and any pain had long since disappeared, replaced by the combined thrills created by the sliding phallus and rubbing fingers.
Lehrer's movements were no longer steady, but erratic, punching beats as his cock tried probing even deeper into her sucking, soaking grotto. His thighs loudly clapped against her upturned asscheeks, and she felt another tingling thrill each time his flesh came into contact with hers.
Darcy's finger continued rubbing her clit, but his mouth had moved forward and down until, coming up from an underneath position, his lips nippled at the hanging bud of her nipple. His other hand, the one not caressing her swollen clit, was rubbing the sensitive nipple he didn't have in his mouth. His palm moved continuously, caressingly, massagingly against the turgid capsule, and all the while, Lehrer's massaging pole continued working in and out of her seething hole, as if trying to delve all the more deeply into her. Lehrer's belly was pressing down on her back now, forcing her nipple farther and farther into Darcy's throat. Her other breast could feel the pressure of each finger as his palm continued rubbing the blood-swollen nipple.
Darcy had very big hands with very thick fingers. They weren't as sensuous as she would have liked, yet they did import a feeling of confidence and security.
From the corner of her eye, Addy could see Darcy's long, thick cock, and knew she would one day feel it in her aching pussy. And it would make her feel as if she were being deflowered all over again. It was almost twice as thick as Lehrer's, and had a good three inches in length over the penis now rubbing its way back and forth inside her.
Her trembling cavern of cunt felt over-powered as it was, the way Lehrer's lengthy phallus continued stroking back and forth. How much more delightful would that telephone pole of Darcy's feel once it was inside her.
"See," Darcy whispered to her, taking her tit from between his lips. "I told you you'd love it. You just do as I say, Addy, and we'll all be happy."
Addy knew she was a woman now. She was more of a woman than those prissy sixty year-old spinsters who lived down the block from her father's house. It took an experience such as this to make a woman out of any female.
Lehrer's frictioning cock, sliding back and forth within her vaginal tube set flames burning in her as sure as if two sticks had been rubbed together to kindle an external fire. This flame roared deep within the hidden recesses of her formerly virginal cavern. She could feel her spurting lubriciousness wash over the thrusting stanchion again and again.
Addy gave herself over completely to what was happening. She no longer thought about the right or wrong of it, nor the good or bad of it. She didn't consider just who it was who had his pump chugging through her womanly well. Nor did she care about the fact that two men were with her at once. All that mattered was the feeling, the sensation she was receiving. And so far, it was good. Any pain she'd experienced seemed like a bad dream that would never come again.
She could feel Lehrer, who had been plugging madly into her before, now increase the speed of his fucking even more. Fucking! Fucking! She liked the sound of the word. It was a perfect description of what was happening to her right now. She was being delightfully, deliriously fucked. She met his thunderous attacks with a rearward shove of her upstanding asscheeks.
Lehrer's arms were under her, around her waist, and they were tugging her back all the more furiously now. Darcy's hands pressed more stolidly against her clitoris and nipple while his mouth sucked more avidly on the other nipple. Her tits felt as inflamed at their tips as her clitoris felt. What joy! What bliss! It felt as if his fingers were tugging her nipple and clit in such a way, he might actually expect to milk them.
The hard surges of Lehrer's smooth thighs and grinding hips helped fuel the fire inside her. Added to the pressure of his belly against her asscheeks and back, she felt herself inwardly and outwardly surrounded by a living pyre of lustful flame. The crushing, squeezing walls of her clutching pussy was like a custom-sleeve, made to fit tightly over an arm. His stroked lunges were becoming more and more desperate and uneven, letting her know she was about to get her first cunt full of cream. The knowledge fired her even more, if such a thing were possible, and she began to feel wild thrills building up inside her as never before.
She moaned softly as Darcy's tongue wildly beat across her nipple, making it surge and swell to a size it had never known before. Her face was flushed and the air in her lungs was ignited oxygen. The obscene sound of the rapidly-plunging cock, squishing in and out of her only added fuel to an already overheated flame.
Darcy's mouth left her tit and his fingers released her clit. She no longer needed friction there. Lehrer's penis was frantically scraping against the upper wall of her trembling vagina, and she was about to experience her first vaginal orgasm. All the others had been clitoral.
Darcy brought her head down and pressed his mouth to hers, letting his tongue slide between her lips and tantalize her own dry tongue. She responded automatically, licking and sucking, a total victim of her own seething lust.
"Oh Christ!" Lehrer yelled for the first time in a long time. "I can't hold off any longer, I'm gonna come any second."
Addy gasped and tautened her body, arching her back and yanking her mouth from Darcy's as her head went up in the air. She was panting out her overpowering thrills as one marvelous rapture trailed another through her body.
Lehrer was literally ramming into her asscheeks with enough power to dislodge his cock from inside her. Addy could feel the wild, insane pumping strokes as his full length slid from pussylips almost to her cervix and back again. She could hear him grunting like a rutting boar. Her palms flattened on the floor, as did her forearms, and Darcy moved around so her now-lowered head pressed into his belly. She could feel her weighty tits pendulating anxiously beneath her as she heaved herself back against Lehrer's thrusting cock. Her nipples, already elongated bullets of rubbery hardness, now seemed to stiffen like steel.
Addy felt the hot shower of masculine fluid flooding into her, rumbling through her tight, crushing vaginal hallway up into her cervix and on through to the neck of her womb.
It was the final spark needed to bring on her own crisis, and with her head still pressing into Darcy's belly, she yelled, "Ayaaaa-gghhhhhhh!" And jerked wildly forward, twitching all the while. She stayed that way more than five minutes.
When it was over, the men let her dress and leave, knowing she would say nothing.
CHAPTER FIVE
Addy bicycled home feeling shamed. It was bad enough being forced to submit to what those men wanted her to do, but to actually enjoy it. That was the worst part of it all. She was a slave to her physical emotions.
Sooner or later everyone in the neighborhood was going to find out about what happened. Addy now realized Darcy would never really keep his mouth shut. Anytime he needed to seduce someone in order to get something, he would try taking advantage of her. And Addy knew she would comply if only to try and make him promise not to tell anyone about her indiscretions. But after awhile it would become ridiculous, since he'd be using her to get things from half the men who lived in the neighborhood. What chance would she have then? Eventually her father would find out. And he was the kind of man who would more likely blame her for what happened than anyone of the men, unless ... unless she had visual proof she was being raped.
Not only would such proof get her off the hook with her father, but it would put a crimp in all of Darcy's schemes from then on, including this particular one, to buy the Teichman Swamp.
There was only one place she could go to help get that visual proof. That was Harold, her twelve-year-old brother. She knew he'd be more than willing to take pictures of her being fucked by other men, especially Darcy. But she also knew Harold well enough to realize he wouldn't be content with the money he would make selling copies of his magazine in public. No, he'd use the photos to blackmail the men, and Addy would be right back where she was. The only answer was to give Harold a taste of what he wanted from her. Then she would withhold it until he did what she wanted. After that, she knew she would have to give in to whatever Harold wanted, because he would be sneaky enough to hold back some of the juicier photos, just in case she wouldn't give in to him.
No, not yet. Addy would wait. Maybe Darcy would leave her alone. Maybe she wouldn't have to resort to using Harold. The cure might be worse than the sickness. She'd give Darcy this one chance not to bother her again.
Most of Addy's troubles came at night, after that. She went to bed every night, wishing for a cock, even a small one. Darcy had done a great job of really ruining her.
When he called, the following Thursday, asking if she could babysit again, Saturday night, she flatly refused. But even as she refused, she felt an aching in her cunt.
The following Saturday, she went into her father's office to do his secretarial work again. She was surprised to find something from the nearby bank. When she pointed the envelope out to her father, he told her to open it and see what it was. He was busy at that moment.
Opening the envelope, she found it was an inquiry about Marty Lehrer. Apparently Dehrer hadn't signed the binding form she had mailed out because he still didn't have that loan from the bank. As she read on, she saw it wasn't Lehrer who was actually borrowing the money, but a Nat Gulsey. And the bank had to make sure Lehrer, who was co-signing the note, was good for it. Lehrer had used Ed Scharf's name as a reference.
So the deal hadn't gone through, yet. Lehrer wasn't putting up all the money himself, probably because he didn't have all of it. But if he was needed to co-sign for Gulsey, it meant he had some of it. It was a crazy-mixed up merry-go-round. He needed to have money in order to vouch for someone else's getting money.
Addy, who wasn't the greatest genius in the world when it came to figuring out real estate deals, found it easy enough to understand that Lehrer wasn't risking his own money. He was using this Nat Gulsey to borrow money, while his own money remained safely in an account, somewhere. This meant the deal for the Teichman Swamp hadn't been completed, yet.
Oh if Addy could only tell her father what was going on. But she didn't dare. He would want to know how she knew, and he would eventually find out about her "affair" with Darcy and Lehrer. They'd known what they were doing that Sunday. They were going to really get this deal through.
Hell! It wasn't any of her business. The only involvement she'd had, had been the physical doings with the two men. And even though she didn't like the fact that they'd used her and were now holding the sexual involvement over her head to silence her, she had to admit she'd enjoyed being summarily fucked.
She was better off staying out of this unless she saw her father getting hurt in some way. Shrugging, she took the letter from the bank to her father and left it on his desk. He would get around to it, eventually.
Even though she would miss the money she earned from babysitting, Addy decided she would rather stay home than bother with the family again. She didn't like Mrs. Darcy's guesses, either. They were far too close to the truth to suit Addy. And even if the woman wasn't angry, in her drunkeness, she just might spit out what had been going on between Addy and her husband.
Just as she was getting ready to settle down in front of her living room TV set, she got another phone call. This one was from Mary Vito, across the street. Mary and her husband wanted to go to the movies that evening, and she wondered whether or not Addy was free to sit for her own two kids. Addy was more than happy to oblige.
When Addy went to Mary's house, Mary explained she would be meeting her husband at the theater. He had some business to attend to, first. But Mary wanted to have something to eat outside, first.
Both of Mary's children were awake when Addy got there, and she played children's games with them for more than an hour before putting them to bed. Then she watched TV for awhile. After an hour, she checked on the children, and both were sound asleep.
The Vito TV set was in a small library room, and when she returned to watch, she was surprised to see Phil Vito waiting there.
"Mary's gone on ahead," she told him.
Vito was a short, handsome man, with jet black hair. He had that clean cut look that made mothers feel their daughters were safe when going out with him. Nothing was further from fact. Phil Vito was a born lecher. He was slender, excitingly handsome, and had that boyish quality about him that fooled people into thinking he lacked sophistication.
He had gotten his first lay at the age of twelve, conning it out of a professional, who, because she was initiating him, didn't bother to charge him. After that, he screwed a series of schoolgirls, impregnating four different girls in his classes in a single term, while managing to avoid impregnating eighteen others. He breezed through high school, banging more than half the girls in the school, as well as two female gym teachers. College was another conquest for him. It was there that he met Mary. He became instantly attracted to her when he learned she had posed for one of the "adult" magazines. He even got his hands on a copy of the magazine, and when he saw her luscious figure, he decided he had to get into her. But Mary, in spite of all the photos taken, had still been a virgin, swearing her box was only for her husband. Unable to conquer for the first time in his youthful life, Phil Vito did the only thing he could do; he proposed. And so they were married and lived happily ever after, except for the fact that Phil was still screwing around without his wife knowing about it.
Addy would have been no match for Phil. Having discovered how Sheldon Darcy had become part of the group, and fairly well acquainted with Addy, Phil decided it was time for him to get in on the action. But Marty Lehrer, who had experienced the joys of copping Addy's cherry, was determined to join Vito. And Sheldon Darcy, not yet having pushed his thick cock into the girl's extra-tight quim, decided he would join the other two.
Vito alone, would have conquered Addy in almost no time. But when she saw the other two men appear from somewhere else in the house, Addy almost went into hysteria.
"Shhhh!" Darcy cautioned. "We don't want to wake up Phil's kids."
"What are you two doing here?" Addy asked, her voice so low almost no one could hear her.
"Well Phil's part of our little group," Lehrer explained. "When we told him about you, he just naturally had to try you out. And since we're sort of like fucking godfathers to you, we came along to make certain he didn't abuse you."
"What do you want?" Addy whimpered.
"All of you," Phil told her.
"B ... b ... but all th ... th ... three?"
"Why not?" Darcy asked. "It'll be more fun for you that way. Now let's not have any noise. We'll all quietly undress, and then we'll play it nice and easy."
Addy felt chills run up and down her body. She was frightened, and yet, having been through a Darcy-Lehrer ordeal before, she had more than an idea of what to expect. And hell, it wasn't bad at all, not at all.
"Please don't hurt me," Addy whispered.
"Except for the necessity of busting your maidenhead we didn't hurt you the last time," Lehrer pointed out. "Besides, if we hurt you, we'll never be able to use you as a fucking partner again, and Addy, whether you like it or not, we have a lotta future plans for you."
Yes, it was just as Addy had originally thought. They'd never let her go, letting more and more people know about her until one indiscreet one let the whole world know. Her father would throw her out of the house. She would have nowhere to go. Then she really would become a whore in order to survive.
It would have been useless to fight with them. They would eventually end up fucking her anyway. This time she would have to give it all to them gratis. The next time, well ... there was no doubt that she would have to ring in baby brother Harold, and then she would get her much-needed revenge, and at the same time prevent her father from selling that property to these men. It occurred to her, Teichman would eventually discover why his swampland was being bought. And when he did, there was no question in Addy's mind he would accuse her father of having been in on the deal. By nailing these men, she would be saving her father from disgrace.
"All right," she said. "But at least let me be comfortable, this time. I mean, I deserve something better than a floor."
Phil Vito smiled as he shut the library door. Going over to the sofa, he opened it into a full-size double bed.
"See, we give service," Darcy laughed. "Okay Addy, take it off. Take it all off."
The three men waited while Addy slowly removed her blouse, skirt, and socks. Her shoes were already off and on the floor. Then they watched breathlessly as she slid out of her bra. She stood up straight, letting her up-tilted pink nipples point accusingly at all three. Her breasts were cones of ivory, topped with pink pennies, soon to swell and become elongated pellets. Surrounding the nipples were luscious circles of pink cups.
As she took off her panties, revealing her dark-haired mons veneris, the three staring men began undressing, themselves. All three hearts began thudding in their chests as they stared at the shapely length of Addy's tapered thighs. They were supple, yet firm, long and shapely pillars of alabaster, and they rose to full hips and wonderfully kneaded buns. Phil, especially, let his eyes lock into the pink edges of her pussy displayed beneath the dark tendrils of curling hair. It made him almost gasp. He had been making time with older women, and hadn't had a young girl for more than ten years. He had almost forgotten how sexy they were; especially now, when he was no longer in his teens or twenties.
"Jeez," Lehrer muttered. "This is the first time I'm really seein' her from the front. Lookit those inner thighs. Gorgeous white meat."
Addy knew how lovely she was by now. She no longer thought of herself as an awkward child. Icy tingles trickled down her spine as she felt their eyes look her over and over. She felt them glance at the flatness of her belly, arid then their hot eyes traveled up to her taut, solid, pink-tipped tits. There were light blue veins under the white of her boob-flesh forming a fabulous contrast to the pinkness of her circular rosettes. And her nipples were beginning to swell, looking more and more like tasty raspberries.
Addy realized she was going to be in for a rough night, and decided to make the best of it. She sat back on the bed, bracing her back against the back part of the sofa, then drew her knees up to her chest and parted them, giving all three men a long look at her pink cooze. She could see all three phalluses twitch and beat the air in front of the three men.
Phil Vito had a cock much the same as her father's, only it appeared slightly thinner. It was even thinner than Marty Lehrer's, though it was a good inch longer.
"Since I've never had the pleasure, I think I should go first," Phil Vito announced.
"No way," Darcy told him. "That cunt is mine, this time. I can shoot twice tonight, and after I've popped my first load in her hole, I intend taking my time and using the same cunt a second time. You two guys can use any of her other holes."
Addy felt her heart beat faster. Darcy had used the plural in referring to any other cavities she might have. That meant her mouth, and probably her rectum. She'd never had a cock in her ass, before. But then, she'd never had one in her cunt prior to the previous week. There had to be a first time for everything.
Darcy scrambled onto the bed beside Addy and gathered her slim form into his arms. His mouth came crushing down on hers, and Addy responded immediately. She pressed her open lips into his with such strength, she could feel his teeth cutting into the insides of those lips.
"Mmmm. I like you this way," Darcy murmured as the other two men sat on the edge of the sofa-bed and watched. "This is the way you should be at all times."
He pressed his heavy, hard body against hers, and Addy, in spite of despising the man, couldn't help but respond, physically. In spite of the layer of fat covering his stomach, his body was hard and solid.
"You're a pretty strong guy," she murmured, trying to sound sexy and sophisticated. "I like strong men."
The compliment made Darcy feel so good, he didn't bother to think how silly it sounded, coming from so young a girl. But he did like her soft, girlish cheeks nuzzling his own rough face. And he loved the way her Cupid's bow lips sucked his ear lobe and sent bolts of hot air into his auditory system.
"Don't hurry it," she whispered.
"Go at your own speed, pussycat," he whispered. "Just remember, I have a piece of meat I'm going to stuff into that empty space between your legs. And it's probably the thickest salami you'll ever feel in there."
"Let me get it nice and wet," Addy murmured, "so it'll fit in all the better. Okay?"
She let her body slide down against Darcy's pressing her full tits against his chest, and then his belly, and then between his thighs, capturing his mightly monument. She squeezed her breasts around the rigid pole, staring at the purple head, watching the way the leaking oil came seeping out and sliding down on each side, only to be caught by her tits.
Darcy's cock was not only long and thick, but it was straight. It looked like a flesh-lance and was probably not more than two or three inches short of a foot in length. What a fantastic pylon. It was gigantic.
Addy slid lower and let her eyes wander over his monolith. Her hands cupped his balls and she realized there were probably some girls in her gym class who had tits smaller than the balls she now cupped. They were two gigantic counterweights, dangling for her to see in their brown, wrinkled, hair-covered sac.
Moving her head forward and down, she opened her lips, stretching them as wide apart as she could, and began sucking on the huge magenta knob. Her two fists gripped the shank of the mighty pillar as her lips came down and circled the perimeter of his corona.
She felt Darcy shiver, and knew he remembered the way she had sucked him off the last time. He would be hardly able to contain himself. And she was right. She felt his hands come down on the back of her head and push her face down, guiding her lips and tongue as far down as they could go, letting her take as much of the mast into her mouth as would fit.
It had a strong, tingling taste to it, and Addy lapped with her tongue as she compressed her lips in a tight vacuum around it. Somewhere in this world there had to be other cocks like Darcy's. It would be a shame if this particular man was the only one to sport such a massive missile.
It tasted just as she remembered. And that taste was something to always please her taste buds. So far, it was the only cock she had ever sucked, but she derived so much joy from it, she didn't know if she would ever be able to enjoy anything shorter or thinner. She'd soon find out.
Her lips tightened even more around the overly-thick organ and the pressure got her a reaction from Darcy. He grabbed tightly to her hair and began tugging her head up and down, letting the tightness of her sucking lips embrace more than half the length of his ponderous prick. He rammed his hips up to meet her tugging lips, thrilling to the way her tongue continually pressed hard against the underside. Oh Shit! She had a mouth in a million.
Still, Darcy didn't want to come in her mouth, this time. And Addy knew it. She felt him pull his stalwart spike from between her lips. Then he flung her onto her back, moved so he hovered above her, and murmured, "You have a great mouth, Addy. You could probably make a living charging a hundred dollars a blowjob and come away a very rich girl in a very short time. Right now I'm not interested in the way you blow. My high powered diesel is more interested in finding another terminal for itself, and that haven is right between those firm thighs of yours. So spread wide, baby. Here it comes."
He shoved her willing loins apart and raised her ass so Phil Vito could shove a cushion underneath. Addy stared at the way Darcy's mighty prong approached her, and just before it disappeared from sight, she thought of it as a monstrous space probe, glittering with some kind of slimy protective coating as it shone in the room's overhead light. Then she felt the smooth, blunt nose knocking at the portals of her love tunnel. She raised her sweet pussy as high as she could in response.
She noticed he put all his weight on his arms, keeping it off her body. He was looking straight down the length of their torsos, watching their fuck-parts come together without the use of hands to guide them.
She felt him press forward, and the first time, his blunt-nosed prick almost slammed into her pelvic bone as it rubbed through her slick depression and moved up into her jungle of pubic hair. The second time his aim was too low, and Addy felt the gigantic bulb of his cock trying to puncture its way into her ass. Once again he withdrew.
The third time he moved very, very slowly, and his aim was right on the money. Addy held her breath, wondering if her tender pussylips would open wide enough to accept such a monstrous marvel. Then the wonderful dome of his heavenly prong forced her cuntlips to open wide and gape in a circle around his pressure as he pushed farther and farther forward. Her vulvular muscles almost contracted in an effort to force him out, but he kept on steadily pushing, and slowly but surely the entrance to her seething tunnel began to open and admit his mighty muscle. The strain and pressure made her muscles dilate even more, and suddenly Addy felt pain, just as she had when Lehrer had first forced his thinner tool into her.
Addy's heart leaped, feeling both excitement and hurt, but the thrill of the mighty plunger far outweighed the pain she was feeling. Her cunt walls shivered as he pressed his cock ever deeper, feeling her channel tighten and then widen just enough in its elasticity to admit him. Spasms of thrilling wonder charged through her, and Addy could hardly wait to feel the full length of him totally buried in her teeming depths. Shivers swept through her girlish body, communicating themselves to Darcy.
"Good girl, Addy," he whispered, his heavy nasal breathing louder than ever. "Just keep it nice and loose and relaxed, and the feeling will get better as time goes on."
"Mmmmmm," Addy muttered from between closed lips, letting them all know how delighted she was, feeling his tool continue to slowly power its way into her. He was sliding his prong a little deeper, and the shudders trammeling through her seemed to make the entire sofa-bed tremble. And this last shudder seemed to trigger off something in Darcy as he suddenly plunged as much of his tool into her as he could fit. Even with his knobby head rubbing her cervical opening, nearly two inches of his meat remained outside.
Addy felt Darcy's monstrous scrotum come slamming against her asscheeks, rubbing the inner curve of her buttocks. She could feel the bristles of the hairs surrounding the base of his cock reach forward and tickle her labia.
Addy lay there, feeling ecstatic as the full width of the mighty truncheon continued forcing her labia to part. The weightiness of his seething cock rubbed her sensitive inner membranes, making her shudder with untold delights. Hell! There was no doubt about it. Even if her cunt was tighter than the skin on a bald-headed man, thickness made a difference, even if length didn't. It was the thickness of Darcy's pole that made wonderful shudders continue chasing themselves through her fourteen-year-old body.
Now he began the slow process of withdrawal, pulling his solid prod from its well-oiled resting place. Addy began moving with frenetic shivers, afraid he would pull it all the way out. But he only pulled it three quarters of the way back before he began stuffing it in again.
"Ooooooooh G-o-o-o-o-o-d!" she squealed as a flood of tiny raptures seemed to unleash themselves in every pore of her body. It all coalesced into a delirious preliminary orgasm, caused simply by the pressure of his thickness.
"Christ! You feel so great!" Darcy muttered, breathing heavily.
"Am I better than your wife?" she suddenly asked, deciding to tease him.
She rotated her tight little pussy around the prong of wonder plugging her squishy hole. The pressure of her own squeezing quim-walls on his cock was making him shudder with maddening ecstasy.
"Yeah," she heard him admit. "This may be only your second fuck, but your hole is ten times better than that goosey-loosey pond between my wife's thighs."
Addy did another circular dance beneath him sending another quantity of shivery tremblings, making Addy feel as if she were on a one-way trip into outer space.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles around his solid prong and made him feel a tight hand with many fingers was gripping it; milking it. For an instant she felt Darcy was trapped as he attempted to pull back, but couldn't. He tugged her thighs wide apart and shoved his ass back, and with a loud pop his cock came back until it was almost out of her weeping, sucking pussy. And then, like a superb fencing master, he lunged forward, stabbing his blade deep into the roiling confines of her raw, tender wound of womanhood. Withdraw and attack, withdraw and attack, building up to a faster rhythm as his own sensations increased.
Addy's breath became tighter and tighter. She felt another minor climax overtake her, and then another. These felt good, but they were nothing compared to the overpowering orgasm she had felt when Lehrer had plunged his dork into her. She teetered on the edge again and again, feeling her body entrechat from one climactic peak to a higher one, to yet a higher one. Even so, she was nowhere near that ultimate summit. Within, she felt an unbelievable helplessness, nailed as she was to the mattress, feeling his slithering spike seemingly drive itself deeper and deeper into her.
With her arms and her thighs she clung to the man, wrapping her limbs about him so securely she literally felt her body being lifted off the bed. His cock was slamming into her at the speed of light as his thighs solidly slammed into her asscheeks. She could tell his own orgasm was almost there.
And then he slammed her torso onto the bed, sprawling the full length of his own weighty body against hers, suturing their plunging, writhing selves into a oneness, a single unit of unutterable madness. His heavy sperm came shooting from the dome buried deep in Addy's seething pussy, adding its white creaminess to the precious syrups her own body had created. It made Addy believe the Flood had started all over again, only inside her own body. Their shiny, bare torsos were varnished with perspiration as they continued hammering away, each at the other, each pounding with renewed eagerness following the single instant of utter stillness when he first blasted forth.
They rocked all over the bed clutching each other tightly. Darcy continued to mercilessly pound his driving meat into her. He was guttural in his gasps for air, yet he would not relent in the way his cock was slamming into her quiff, filling her with barrels of his precious white oil.
"No ... more ... strength ... " he was gasping, staring into Addy's big, bright eyes. "Can't ... fuck ... any ... more ... "
Addy clung tightly to him, then tugged his body in such a way, they-did a hundred and eighty degree rollover. Now Addy was the one on top. She slammed her pelvis against his curling mat of pubic hair, almost, but not quite, engulfing his entire rod.
She could sense Darcy's cock on the edge of a decision, as if trying to make up its own mind whether or not to simply shrivel and relax for awhile, or to once again grow and continue enjoying the caresses of her surrounding, jellylike warmth.
"Make me come," he heard her almost growl as she continued to wildly bounce on his cock.
Her words were apparently what was needed to bring about his cock's decision. The pole, only slightly wilted, began becoming a solid pylon all over again. It stiffened into steel solidity, forcing Addy to keep a certain amount of pressure on her knees lest she puncture her own cervix with his penetrator.
"I gotta get in on this," Phil Vito announced.
He had been staring at her asshole ever since she had assumed the on-top position, watching the way it winked as she slammed her slurping gash down around Darcy's swollen totem pole. It seemed to be beckoning him forward, and unable to take the strain of watching any longer, he got on his knees on the mattress and began knee-walking up behind the bouncy, white ostrich eggs shimmering before his eyes.
Addy felt his hands rub her asscheeks and automatically leaned forward. Even with the monstrous prong plunging through her murky cunt, some of the feeling she had enjoyed earlier seemed to have lessened. She needed added pressure, and now she was going to get it.
She felt Vito's smooth, almost glossy-steel cock rub between her asscheeks as she continued hunching over, slamming her blistering box against the mighty tower of flesh engulfed inside. The hot prong moved back and forth between her asscheeks as she continued her horizontal dance on Darcy's upthrust cock.
A cool moistness seemed to seep into her asshole, and she realized he was rubbing spit on his cock, and the cool saliva was sliding into her. He was using a pinky to "inject" the slithery mouth-juice. He rubbed his pinky around her anal ring a dozen times as she continued shoving her body against that of the horizontal Darcy beneath her. And then she felt the pinky probe hard, and suddenly it was pushing past the rubbery grip of her anal muscle, sliding into her tight little ass.
Oooooooooh! The pressure of his pinky in her ass, rubbing against the thin, membranous wall separating her asshole from her cunt, gave her the needed pressure to make the swollen phallus in her squeezing cunt tighten to the point of causing her a wondrous, delightful pain in her snatch. The pain felt so good she ignored the hurt.
And then, suddenly, the finger came sliding out. It made Addy gasp with disappointment. She wanted that finger pushing back into her asshole.
But her disappointment was short-lived. She felt the hard, rubbery, round point of Vito's cock suddenly press against her sphincter. She loosened her ass as much as possible while still rubbing back and forth, massaging Darcy's chimney-like penis with her circular, inner chamber.
"Ugghhh!" she yelped, involuntarily as she felt strong pain. The round helmet-like head of Vito's pushing prod was partially inserted between the tight muscles of her anal chamber.
She felt Vito's hands grab her asscheeks and pull them wide apart while tugging her back. And then his cock shoved forward again, and Addy suddenly felt the whole head lodged behind her sphincter, pressing deeply into her anal center. When she stopped moving for a moment, she felt Darcy's hands grab her hips and shove her down on his seething, weeping poker. And as she felt her cunt walls slide slickly around the probing smokestack, Vito suddenly lunged forward, shoving half the length of his solid prick into the scrunching crush of her rectal tube.
Addy felt a combination of agony and ecstasy. The pain was now solely in her ass, but the ecstasy was mingled with the pain, and also filling her scraped cunt. Bliss of unthinkable proportions shimmered through her, and she bent forward, starting to move by herself again as she felt the combination of two cocks create delights heretofore undreamed of.
But that wasn't all. Even as she shuddered back and forth, feeling her cunt walls dilate around Darcy's cock while Vito's stuffing prick now filled her asshole, Addy felt fingers grab her hair and pull her head up somewhat.
Standing on the bed, straddling Darcy's shoulders with his bare feet, was Marty Lehrer. Addy found herself staring directly at the blue-veined, red-topped, white pole sticking out from between Lehrer's thighs.
How patriotic, she thought, feeling him shove forward, automatically opening her mouth to accept his prick. Now she was filled in three holes, and Lehrer was no less anxious to get his rocks off than Vito or Darcy. Addy felt him stuff the full length of his cock into her mouth, rubbing his hairy pelvis against her lips. Since his was a thinner pole than Darcy's, Addy was able to gobble in the entire meat of it. When the blunt knob rubbed against her esophagus, she relaxed her throat muscles, and Lehrer's cock pushed through the ring of her gullet much the .same way Vito's cock had penetrated her sphincter.
Lehrer, like Darcy, kept his groin clean, and Addy could only smell the masculine musk of his hairy balls as he continued stuffing his colorful sausage down her throat. She could even lick his red balls with her tongue every time he shoved his penis forward. Saliva filled her mouth faster than she could swallow it, and much of it dripped out, falling onto Darcy's chest.
Addy felt very funny. She knew she could have vaginal orgasms. She'd been experiencing minor ones all night. She was also more than aware of her clitoral orgasms. But now she felt a different sensation as Darcy's cock in her cunt pressed hard against the separating membrane in her ass, rubbing strongly again Vito's throbbing cock. She knew the added pressure was doing something for each of the two men, but had no idea it would affect her to such a degree.
A climax began building in her body, but it wasn't in her cunt. It was in her ass. She could feel it enlarge. At first she didn't believe it. She didn't think she had enough sensitive nerve fibers in her ass to give her any kind of orgasm in there. But the crisis was building higher and higher until her jellylike asscheeks, tightly gripped in Vito's hands, began bouncing wildly about. The orgasm seemed to hit her in the pit of her rectum. It made her raging ass-tunnel tighten powerfully around Vito's cock, and suddenly she felt him blast a hot wad of thunderous come into her anal center.
"Ayarrggh!" Vito screamed as Addy cried out a loud "Eeeeeeeee!"
As if her ass climax was the beginning of a chain reaction, Addy felt the stiff, reaming pole in her pussy suddenly charge her with a vaginal climax as Darcy shot off his second load. And then, unbelievably, as Lehrer came, Addy had an oral orgasm.
Hot, thick grease flooded her throat, her cunt, and her ass all at once. But more incredible, she was almost gagging on the orgasm she felt in her gullet, of all places. She hadn't believed such a thing was physically possible. Now she knew otherwise. More important, she was aware that she, at the age of fourteen, knew more than the majority of women in the world, no matter what their age. How many, if any, had ever experienced an anal climax? And was it possible any woman in the world other than herself had enjoyed an oral come?
And how many women, if any, since the beginning of time had enjoyed a triple orgasm such as the one she was enjoying at that moment, feeling a solid, towering crisis in her blistered pussy combine with the tingling, shuddering sensations shooting through her thrilled ass. And added to these two orgasms was the one in her throat, at the base of her tongue, where she felt electrical impulses continually shooting and exploding.
She savored every last thrill as the hot liquid added to the thrilling sensations. She bucked back and forth madly, as her head continued to bob. Her lips pulled tightly, sucking every last bit of semen from Lehrer's cock while her ass tightened to where Phil Vito felt crushing pain surround his prong as it released the last of its contents. And this time even Darcy's prick shrank, despite Addy's clutching it tightly with her vulva.
When it was over, she simply tumbled to the side, feeling all three cocks pull out of her. What a feeling. What a fantastic feeling. She closed her eyes and swallowed, feeling the last of Lehrer's load slide down her throat.
CHAPTER SIX
Lying in her own bed, safe and sound, Addy wondered haw Darcy had gotten away from his wife that night. She also wondered why Marty Vito hadn't come home. What excuses had the two men made to their wives to keep them from becoming curious? Whatever it was, it wasn't good enough as far as Addy was concerned. Fooling around with married men could only lead to lots of intense trouble. Far better for her to start the trouble than to have some irate wife file a complaint against her.
She was totally relaxed. The three super-orgasms, in addition to the many small ones, had really knocked her out. If the three men hadn't helped her dress, she might not have been able to do so. It was Vito who walked her back home, slipping her a twenty dollar bill as Darcy had done the last time. It made her feel like a whore. Worse, it made her feel like a cheap whore. Was twenty dollars all she was worth to those three men? Especially after the ordeal they'd put her through?
Addy fell asleep and had nightmares of giant penises squeezing their way into her tight cunt, widening her until she could no longer hold normal ones. She awoke three different times while it was still dark out, feeling the sweat trickle down her body.
No damn wonder Arlene Darcy was as loose as a goose in her hot twat. Darcy had pumped her there so often, his was the only cock to snugly fit inside. And yet, Arlene, for all her looseness, couldn't stand her husband's thick cock any longer. She played around with Darcy's clients; men with normal pricks, in the hope her cunt might shrink somewhat to normal breadth. Sheldon Darcy had a fat one, all right. Addy was willing to bet most of the professionals gave him a wide berth after seeing his gigantic tool.
In any case, Addy had to end this thing with Darcy and the others, and end it quickly. Her only hope was Harold, her twelve-year-old brother with the candid camera and the more-than-candid smut magazine he published in his "underground" office.
Aside from Addy, no other female knew Harold was the publisher of the dirt and gossip rag he called SEX. If Harold's parents ever found out, they would not only rip out his printing equipment, which he kept hidden in a sub-basement room, but would punish him severely. Not that Harold cared about the punishment. The loss of his printing press would also mean the loss of his income.
The only others to know about Harold being the publisher of SEX were three of Harold's close friends, all of whom helped gather articles for the magazine. More than one unauthorized picture had appeared in SEX because one of the boys had sneaked into an alley between houses and found a bedroom window with the shades up.
Harold was a boy way ahead of his time. He would have made the editors and publishers of the heavy porn newspapers very proud of him. Considering he was only twelve years old, he had learned everything quite well, including the transfer of a photo to paper in the magazine.
His friends delivered the smut rag to the nearby newsstands and got a quarter apiece from the news dealers who promptly retailed it for a dollar. And every issue of every magazine sold out because the people in the neighborhood were all curious about which of their neighbors was doing what to whom. Divorces had been granted because of SEX. Heads had been broken. Cheating wives had been severely beaten, and cheating husbands had been shot.
Harold was able to run off seven hundred copies of the magazine each month. He grossed a hundred and seventy-five dollars. He paid each of his friends twenty five dollars, and spent thirty-five dollars a month on materials and film. That left him a clear profit of sixty-five dollars each month, which, for a twelve year old boy, wasn't bad. He got a tremendous kick out of doing it, which didn't hurt, either. And the photos he had of naked women filled two cabinets. He was still too young to consider using them for blackmail, though the idea was coming across to him. He figured when he got a little older and was able to approach these women better, he would make his move. He wasn't interested in blackmailing for money. Hell! He wanted cunt.
For instance, he had photos of Sheldon Darcy's wife, Arlene, making it with Martin Lehrer while Lehrer's wife had still been alive. Darcy might not have minded his wife screwing around with a client: that was business. But when she gave freebies to neighbors, it was just like cheating. Darcy would have whacked the shit out of her for doing what he, himself, was doing, anyway.
The Darcy family was only one of four hundred that lived in the immediate neighborhood. And then there was the not-so-immediate neighborhood whose people came into the neighborhood to "visit."
Where the women were too old, ugly, or uninteresting, Harold Scharf printed the information, with photos, in his magazine. But where he thought he might be able to get a good piece of ass a little later on, when he was a bit taller and stronger, he kept the photos under wraps. Beneath his angelic-looking exterior was the most devious mind for three hundred miles around.
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Addy knew she had to be subtle. Walking in and saying, "Harold, let's fuck," would have made the boy more than suspicious. He had to be made to think he initiated the plan, himself. He had to be made to believe he had done the seducing.
When she finally woke up late, Sunday morning, Addy was surprised to find her parents weren't home. Then she remembered her father saying something about going out and looking at houses. They wanted to move.
Her parents would be gone all day. Harold was downstairs in his sub-basement printing shop, working on his magazine. He always had to work when his parents weren't home. He didn't want to risk their hearing his printing presses rolling.
Checking the clock on her little dressing table, Addy knew Harold would be up shortly. It was quarter to twelve, and Harold's stomach had a clock of its own. At twelve on the dot it always started to growl. He would come up looking for something to eat. Out of habit he would check to see what Addy was doing. She knew he was always straining to get a look at her naked body. He was hornier than a deer's antler.
There were minute cracks in the bathroom door, against which he would press his eye to look and see her when she came out of the shower, after drying herself off. Luckily the cracks were much too slim for him to press a camera lens against. Addy always knew when her brother was looking at her. She had been shocked the first few times and kept quiet in the hope he would go away. But when he continued his voyeurism, she decided to tantalize him a little, and whenever she knew he was looking at her, she put on a one-girl show. She would take her time powdering her body, turning and twisting, giving him the barest view of her breasts and full view of her buttocks. She never let him see more than the hairs of her pubis as she powdered her thighs, and she knew he was just itching to see more. Well today, brother Harold was going to get more than an eyeful.
Taking care of most of her sanitary needs quickly, Addy had the shower going full blast by the time Harold came up from the sub-basement. She took her shower quickly, then turned the faucets off and stepped out of the tub. The light creak of a floorboard under the hall carpet told her Harold was standing outside of the bathroom door, peering in. Good! She had him watching. And he could watch as long as he pleased this particular day because their parents weren't home to catch him peeping.
She took a towel and proceeded to dry her crotch, putting one foot up on the toilet seat while facing the door, letting him see the pinkness of her pussy.
The sound of Harold's gasp was very audible, even with the door between them. She was giving baby brother the treat of his life.
She dried each breast carefully, squeezing the pinkness around each nipple, making the nipples swell and stand up. She knew Harold would have a full-sized erection, and he'd have to press it down to keep it out of the way, or else he'd be forced to stand away from the door.
As if she were blithely unaware of the boy's presence, she stood in front of the mirror and brushed out her long, brown hair. Then tossing her robe over her shoulder, she opened the bathroom door.
Harold Scharf stood there, his face red with embarrassment.
"Harold," she screamed, pretending modesty by pulling the robe in front of her. "What are you doing here?"
"I ... just came upstairs now," he gulped.
"I didn't even know you were in the house," she lied, turning away from him and covering her rear with the robe.
She headed for her room, noting he was walking after her. Not bothering to shut the door, she turned, dropped the robe, and said, "You always had a filthy little mind, Harold. Well, you want to look at me so badly, look! Take a good look. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Addy," he gasped, "you're so ... sexy. You're so ... God! You have a great body. Don't cover it up, Addy. Don't cover it up."
"Why? So you can go get your camera and take pictures of me?"
"I won't take pictures, Addy. Honest! Just let me look."
"All right," she nodded, dropping onto the bed. "Look to your heart's content."
He approached her, staring at her body, letting his eyes rove up and down, back and forth. His face was so close she could feel him breathing, and the air began to arouse her. He was staring at the nipple of her right tit, licking his lips, almost dribbling.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. "And you're terrific for letting me look at you. God, you look so great."
"You're getting to be a big boy, Harold," she murmured, watching his eyes rove along the flatness of her stomach.
She saw him take a deep breath, inhaling the cleanness of her freshly-showered body. He continued breathing in her essence as his face moved lower. She purposely opened her thighs, letting him peer between them, breathing deeply, smelling the sweet aroma of her watering pussy.
"That's a great-looking cunt," Harold muttered, half out of his mind with desire.
"Let's be fair about this, Harold," Addy said. "You've been looking at me, but you won't let me see you. Why don't you undress, too?"
Harold couldn't believe it was his formerly-prudish sister talking. He stared at her in amazement.
"Do you mean it, Addy?"
"Of course. In fact, with ma and pa out of the house, I might, I just might let you touch me."
"Oh God!!!" he breathed, and she could feel the hot breath from his nostrils pour out all over her pussylips. "Addy, I'd give anything ... anything to be able to touch you."
"Would you really, Harold?" she asked, with a sugary coating to her voice.
Harold was so rapt in his desire to touch her, he was no longer thinking clearly. He had become a slave to his passions. Later, when he would be able to think rationally again, he would realize his sister had deliberately conned him into this, and was getting as much, from their joint relationship as he, if not more.
"Let me touch," he begged, reaching out with a hand.
"Not until you undress, Harold," she teased.
It took him less than twenty seconds to drop all his clothes on the floor. Addy saw his spring loaded cock jut out in her direction, and she was amazed at the size of it. It was fully as large as anything sported by either Lehrer or Vito. And it was thicker. It was as thick as her father's solid prong. It wasn't quite as long, but given time, Addy was certain her brother's phallic probe would be both longer, and thicker than her father's. In fact, it would probably end up rivaling that of Sheldon Darcy.
Things were turning out much better than she'd expected. To think, she would probably be able to have that cock of Harold's anytime she wanted. And she would be able to enjoy it as it grew longer and larger. All she had to do was make certain she wasn't available too often. She didn't want him tiring of her.
Rolling onto her belly, Addy turned her head around and smiled at her brother, saying, "Go ahead, Harold. Touch."
The twelve-year-old boy was shivering as he neared the bed. Addy could see he was trembling with desire for her. She was going to make this a day Harold would never forget.
He sat on the edge of the bed and put the flat of his hand on her back. She could tell from the anxious pressure he knew absolutely nothing about what to do. She would have to guide him.
"Rub my back, Harold," she instructed, and felt him place his second palm near his first.
He began applying heavier pressure with his hands as he worked his fingers over her velvet flesh, moving his palms up and down.
"Gently," she murmured.
Immediately she felt his touch become lighter and more arousing. He began to get the idea as she squirmed, and soon she felt his fingers become erotic tantalizing digits. He let his fingertips tingle their way across her back, up and down, but mostly down. She felt the fingers moving lower and lower, and when he reached her buttocks, he began squeezing the two hillocks of firm, rubbery flesh, making her wriggle with delight. His small hands made his touch a sizzling flame. Addy squirmed with uninhibited delight.
And then she felt his hands pull her spherical ass mounds apart as he lightly probed between them with his fingers. He was staring at her asshole pucker, letting the ball of his fingertip lightly rub it, sending icy shards shattering through her body.
And then, without warning, she felt him lower his face and lightly kiss each of her asscheeks. When she said nothing, Harold pressed his face between her rondular cheeks and licked at the crevice between them. Addy felt static electricity charge up and down her spine. His tongue, timid at first, dotted the cleft between her solid assglobes. Then, seeing the effect he had on his sister, Harold began licking more boldly, letting his tongue rub across her petalled rictus.
Addy sighed and completely relaxed her body, surrendering it to her anxious brother's mouth. She had him hooked, all right. She had him all the way. And right now she intended enjoying every little bit of it. She shuddered as he plunged his tongue deeply into her tight, squeezing rectum, moving the oral digit around and around, tasting the scented soap she'd used to wash herself out.
He began lapping hungrily, his tongue pushing into the crosshairs of her anal enclosure over and over. Addy thrilled to the talented way he took to ass licking. His tongue was considerably smaller than those of the three men who had known her. It fit more easily into her anal indentation. He was making humming noises in his throat as he lapped, and the sounds made Addy all the hotter, knowing it was her own body doing this to him. She could feel his dribbling secretions drip into her asshole as the point of his anxious tongue shoved the slick lubricant in.
"Addy," he muttered, "Addy, you're so lovely. Gosh, I dreamed of this for so long. Oh golly, Addy, you're terrific."
"You aren't half-bad yourself," she murmured back.
Abruptly, Addy spun onto her back. Considering the attention Harold was giving her ass, she was afraid he might suddenly get the urge to plough into that hole. Though she was capable of reaching an anal climax, she knew Harold would shoot fast. If he was going to shoot anywhere, it was going to be in her aching pussy.
Harold sat up and let his eyes travel the full length and breadth of his sister's body. He stared at the tender pinkness of her nipples and the halo of equal pinkness surrounding each of them. Each tit looked like a mound of vanilla ice cream topped by a rosy cherry with strawberry syrup pooled around it. His mouth watered as he reached out and compressed one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling how hard it was, yet how like an eraser it seemed to give slightly.
Addy shut her eyes and worked her body against the bed, letting Harold know he was doing something right. Hot flaming seepage seemed to twist through her as he continued to aggravate the same nipple. Her thighs opened slightly, giving him a clear, close view of her seething cunt.
"Addy," the boy sighed, "oh Addy, you're terrific."
He leaned forward and took the rubbery capsule of her tender nipple between his lips, and Addy felt more electricity shoot through her as her brother's mouth kissed the sensitive extension. He compressed his lips tightly around it and pulled, gently at first, then harder when he saw she didn't object. And Addy felt the oral pressure of his mouth reach into her and claw its way through her. There was something extremely erotic about her younger brother.
When Harold's tongue flattened itself against the tip of her nipple, Addy began going insane with sensation. She thrilled to the way he began sucking, soaking the pink bud with his saliva.
Addy allowed her head to loll from side to side. Her long, brown hair splayed out under her, looking very much like a dark halo. Prurience seemed to soak into her body, igniting her very soul. She bounced and churned on the bed as Harold continued sucking.
She noticed his knees were toward her, and she reached out and grabbed the erect poker of heated flesh between them.
"Wow!" she heard Harold almost wheeze as his mouth left her nipple for only a moment, it returned instantly and continued sucking, though his youthful thighs opened wide to allow her hand better access to his throbbing prick.
His pubis was still hairless, but it didn't make his penis any less hot. She could feel solid white heat blister its way through the rod. And the more she squeezed it, the better it felt. It was thicker than she could have hoped it might be, and .it was fully and completely erect. Her hand squeezed and squeezed it, making Harold pump his body back and forth on the bed.
She felt his mouth sucking her nipple with heavy pressure now. Any stronger and he would be using his teeth to bite right through. His lips seemed to part wider, allowing him to suck in her entire tit; an amazing feat considering how small his mouth always appeared. His teeth scraped her soft skin as her nipple massaged the back of his throat.
Addy's breast thrilled and shuddered in response to the way her brother was sucking. He had a natural oral ability that put to shame the experience of the three other men who had fucked her. Her head began flailing madly as the flames inside her mounted to greater heights. The hot prick gripped tightly in her hand was being rubbed up and down with greater speed as her fingers crushed down tightly to test its solidity.
Her experiences with the other men had taught her many things. One of these things was to locate the most sensitive part of the phallic prod. This she did now, letting her fingertips wander up and down along the underside of her brother's hot cock. One of her fingertips circled the sensitive coronal ridge of his pink glands, causing colorless liquid to bubble out through the sightless eye. This liquid she rubbed all over the heated dome, making it glisten as if shellacked. She could feel the heated blood pumping into his tiny sacs, making his already hard staff like rigid steel.
Addy felt her brother's mouth continue to nurse at her breast. She tingled as a hand of his slithered down her belly. Her breathing quickened involuntarily when his finger touched her belly button.
"Ooooooh Haroldddd ... " she squealed, letting him know he was reaching her. Her grip on his burning poker became all the more tight fisted, rubbing the organ with stronger friction.
Harold was chewing on his sister's tit as if he intended swallowing the rubbery point. Addy could feel the tension in his jaws as they clenched around the thickly-swollen nubbin. But through it all she felt he was careful not to bite down too hard.
She shuddered as she felt his hand slide down across her flat tummy and into the jungle of her pelvic curls. And all the while his tightly-pressed lips continued pulling on her tingling nipple. Without raising his head, he reached into her dark thatch with his fingers, stroking the soft flesh beneath, making her squirm with even more heat. His hand moved to one side and rubbed the inner part of her right thigh, and Addy shuddered. Her brother was more bold than she had thought. But then she realized it wasn't boldness so much as heat, when his hand jumped across the gap of her pouting pussylips and began rubbing her other thigh. One finger moved into the crevice where her leg was joined to her body. Addy shivered, tensing and shivering as her brother's seeking fingers seemed to touch just the right places. Maybe Harold had never had anything to do with a girl before, but he was probably well-read on the subject, and he was putting his reading to good use. Her torso wriggled and shook, trembling from the sensual examination. She wanted to feel his finger delve into her pussy and rub her vellicating clit. Yet, she had to admit to herself she was enjoying the way he was taking his time, thrilling to the manner in which he tormented her; almost, but not quite, touching the blistering core of her sexual self.
Her fingers rubbed another blob of colorless ointment, seeping from his tiny slit, into the burning flesh of his aching rod, rubbing more and more of it against the hot cock until the entire length of penis shone in the bright sunlight bouncing off it. Dimly, she wondered if Harold's prick tasted good. She began salivating at the mere thought of possibly sucking his dong. She knew he'd be more than willing, and would probably try to shove it down her throat if she suggested it to him.
Her nipple began to hurt. She wished he would switch to the other one. It had received no attention at all, while this one was getting too much attention. She felt she would tilt to one side if she would stand up.
As if reading her mind, Harold's mouth released her nipple and roved across her body to feast on the other one. Addy felt her hot blood charge into the spongy, yielding flesh of her nipple as it enlarged and probed between Harold's lips. She quaked as his young tongue lapped at her hardening, sensitive stud of flesh as new, explosive sensations continued to fill her.
She felt his wandering hand suddenly move onto her seething cunt as the heel of his palm rubbed through the hairs on her pubis. Her hot nether lips yielded to the pressure as his hand rubbed against the furry mound. She could feel the slit between her labial slices trying to open and suck one of his fingers into her. But either Harold was still afraid to probe inside, or he was totally unaware she really wanted it. Perhaps it was both.
She felt his cupped hand press down against her swollen pussylips, rubbing back and forth as his middle finger kept teasing the slick opening between as if threatening to plunge inside. She could feel the heel of his hand now press on her pelvic bone as his palm massaged her aching clit.
Addy opened her thighs even more, parting them so the full width of her seeping pussy was available to her brother's searching fingers. All the while her hand was playing with his erection, sensitively feeling the way it throbbed, not wanting his sperm to shoot into open air. With her other hand she tugged on the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair.
"Ooooh Harold," she squealed, "where did you learn to do all this?"
"Mmmmmphhh," was all Harold could say, his mouth filled with her tit.
But he was trying to lie down beside her now as he pressed his hot, youthful thigh against hers. And the sensation of him, pressing himself against her, made Addy thrill all over. In return, she turned her torso a little toward him, making things even easier for his mouth and fingers.
In the bright sunlight streaming in through the second story window, the two of them began caressing one another even more intimately. Harold's fingers were rimming her cuntlips now, though still not going in, while Addy's hand all but tore his solid prong out by the roots. Her hand felt so comfortable around the pulsing rod, and she felt wonderfully chilled by the way his fingers continued to move around her aching cunt. And all the while he continued nibbling her nipple in a way she could almost scream.
And then she lurched as she felt a finger part her seething vaginal flaps and disappear into the deep, mysterious darkness of her cunt. From the way his other fingers pressed her pussylips, Addy could tell he was plumbing her sexual depths with his middle finger. She felt it slide as far in as it could go.
Addy felt her entire self began to melt as she writhed herself against the probing finger. It felt so very good. It was considerably tinier than the prick she knew would shortly be entering her, but the way he wiggled that finger inside her made her want to scream out loud. She felt it work its way back and forth in her hot channel, pressing against her sucking membranes. He seemed to be well aware of what he was doing. His finger pressed up against the top of her hot hallway, probing ever deeper as if trying to puncture her cervix at the same time.
She gasped as his finger moved violently around inside her stopping trench. And the other fingers seemed to be reaching down, rubbing her perineum and the lower part of her buttocks where his tongue had probed a bit earlier. His thumb and pinky each sank into a buttock, digging in there in order to give him better leverage. And because of the way he was pushing that finger into her, she was feeling a flood of cunt juice pouring out all over his hand. Her entire groin was a swamp of outpouring pussy water.
Addy couldn't stand it. The finger wasn't enough. She needed more, and that more had to be cock. She turned even more toward him, still tightly clutching his phallic wand. With the fingers entangled in his hair, she pulled his head away from the tit on which he had been sucking and rubbed the full length of her anxious body against his. And then, all of a sudden, she raised a thigh and threw it across his body, trapping his hand in her hot cunt. Harold could feel the strain on his wrist and tugged his fingers from inside her so he could free his hand. Then they rotated a hundred and eighty degrees and Addy was on the bottom.
Using his hand to keep himself from falling off the bed, Harold pulled himself back a little. In doing so, he positioned his virginal cock directly over his sister's needy cunt. He actually screamed when her hand now pulled on the prick, tugging him closer and closer.
"Come on, Harold," she whispered. "This is what you've been waiting for. You've always wanted to fuck me. Well now you're going to do just that."
"Addy," he whimpered. "Oh Addy, Addy, I never thought I'd say this, but ... well ... I love you, sis."
"Oh shut your filthy little mouth, Harold," she teased, and tugged the cock until she felt the knob rub between her pussylips. She writhed her hips forward, feeling his hot little cock begin to penetrate.
"Holy shit!" Harold muttered as Addy felt his hot little probe push aside the tender gates of her cunnus.
She reached out and pressed both her hands on his asscheeks, tugging him ever deeper into her. He moved slowly, and it was sheer, delicious torture for the both of them. She only hoped he could contain himself long enough for her to come. Hell! If he didn't, she'd shove his little face into her snatch and make him lick out all his sperm.
She felt Harold finally take command of himself and suddenly ram the full length of his hot meat into her. It slammed into her, overpowering her with delicious waves of sensuality. She swallowed up the full, hot, hard length of prick, as her cunt eagerly sucked on it. It made Harold fall on top of her. They were joined together now more surely than when each had been a wandering ovum in their mother's ovary. They were tightly compressed, one against the other.
Addy kissed Harold full on the mouth, and he responded by shoving his tongue into her mouth. They began a tongue-battle, each tightly clutching the other.
Automatically, or so it seemed, Addy felt Harold shift a little as he put pressure on his knees and slowly began withdrawing his phallic plunger. When only the top of the glands remained between the doors of her vagina, he slammed his body against hers, once more shoving himself in to the hilt.
Addy's body felt as if it was awash in liquid flame. She had no idea what it was about Harold, but she was enjoying him a lot more than any of her three previous cocks. And then she realized, it was because she wanted it this time. She wasn't being forced. Harold, for all his seeming obnoxiousness, had asked instead of forcing her. And he was letting her know how much he loved being buried in her, even without words. The thrill of his penis stuffing her tight pussy was a wondrous sensation. He was moving inside her instinctively and not because of practice. He was crude, yet enthusiastic, wanting to please her because she had been so good and had given him what he'd longed for all this time.
Addy felt as if her mind were being buried, but it was such a wonderful burial. She felt herself surrounded with the contentment of being fucked by someone who really cared.
His hot spike began slamming in and out of her sucking pussy, lunging and stabbing harder and harder as he gasped.
"G-o-o-o-o-d-d-d ... " she heard him drawl. "A-d-d-d-d-y-y-y- ... you ... you ... you're ... uhhhhhh ... so ... fabul ... fabulous ... "
He was huffing and puffing as he violently plunged into her hot steam tunnel again and again. Addy could see he was oblivious to anything and everything other than the need to reach his first orgasm inside a hot, juicy cunt-her cunt. And the feel he was imparting to her made her no less anxious to reach her own pinnacle of wanton satisfaction. She thrilled to the way his piston pumped into her valve, feeling the way her cunt-muscles tightened and gripped his plunging pudendum. He stabbed into her with his masculine javelin again and again. For a boy of twelve he sported one hell of a tower of power between his youthful thighs.
She sensed the way Harold was stiffening, and realized he couldn't hold off much longer. This was something so totally new to him she was surprised he hadn't shot his wad the instant he'd stuck his cock into her. But the knowledge he was about to come thrilled her all the more, and it helped bring her own climax along.
Addy felt the orgasm rear up and hit her dead center, causing her to stiffen and squeal a loud, "EEEEEEEEEEEEyyyyyyyyyyaaaaa rrrgghhhhrrrrraagggghhhhh ..."
A maelstrom of delight shuddered its way through her stiffened body, gathering up every part of her and sucking her into its vortex. It made her realize all her previous orgasms were nothing when compared to the way this one blasted through her.
And then she felt the hot blasts of her youthful brother's streaming come as it flashed into her flaming cunt. She felt his muscles tighten with every shot as he rapid-fired so much of the heavy gism into her, it began bubbling up and pouring out even though his shriveling rod continued pumping into her. His bare pubis, pressing into her hairy nest, made the sperm squish between them as it smeared itself all over their thighs.
Addy held Harold close to her, feeling his body, like a feather, resting on hers. She thrilled to the sensation of his tingling cock as it shriveled between her thighs. Her lips kissed his again and again, and she was glad to feel Harold respond. It meant that even after he'd come, he was still aroused by her. He couldn't get enough of her, in fact. For every kiss she gave him, she felt him respond with two.
Her arms surrounded him and held him close, and she felt his youthful arms hold onto her just as tightly. He was still shuddering with the delightful sensations caused by the first burial of his strong, young cock in a hot hole. And to think it was Addy's hole. She was one helluva sister, all right.
They lay that way, Harold on top of Addy, for more than fifteen minutes. Harold's wang had shriveled to the point where it had finally fallen out of Addy, but now, as he lay there, Addy could feel it hardening again. And she knew Harold would want more-lots more. But not yet. Not just yet.
"Harold," she whispered, blowing in his ear. "I need a favor. A special favor. And it's important to daddy, too."
"I'd do anything for you, Addy," he murmured.
"Harold, I was raped by some men," she told him, seeing the shocked look register on his face.
He rolled off her and lay down by her side, curious to hear what she had to say. So she told him what had happened between herself and Sheldon Darcy, and how he'd brought Marty Lehrer and Phil Vito into it. She explained about the land swindle as best she could, to where Harold understood enough.
"So what are we gonna do about it?" he asked, when she'd finished.
"We have to stop them, and at the same time keep daddy's name clean," she answered. "I mean, if either one of us just went to daddy and told him what these men were planning, they'd get even with me by telling daddy and everyone else how I seduced them all at the same time. And it's the word of the three of them against only me."
"Well gosh, Addy, just what do you want me to do?"
"You like taking pictures, Harold. Well I know these men. They aren't finished with me. They've found me young and helpless. By threatening me with exposure they're going to go on using me while they cheat Mr. Teichman out of that land and make it appear as if Daddy had something to do with it. But if you take pictures of them raping me, we can use those photos to show I did it all unwillingly. Then we use those photos to make them stop this deal. The pictures will also keep their mouths shut about me. And finally, we'll be able to tell Daddy what was going on, and he'll be able to deal directly with the syndicate that's willing to pay a lot more for that swamp."
"C'mon, Addy. You know Pa. He'd want to know how you found out about all this. And sooner or later he'd have you tellin' him what went on between you and Darcy. Only knowing Pa, he'll think it was all your fault. Show-in' him the pictures might convince him, or they might not. So what do we do about him?"
"There's only one thing we can do," Addy told her brother. "I have to make Daddy fuck me.
"What!!! Addy, you know how Pa is. He'd throw you outta the house and call you all kinds of things if you tried fooling around with him."
"Not if we get Daddy a little tipsy, first. And then, Harold, you, will once again take pictures. When Daddy sobers up, if he doesn't remember how 'he seduced me,' we'll show him the second set of photos with him and me."
"It might work," Harold nodded.
"It will work," Addy assured him. "Not only that, but we can have three-way fucking sessions afterward, with you, me, and Daddy. I can take on the two of you, believe me."
"I believe you, Addy. But I also want private sessions with you. Lots, of 'em."
"That's my brother talking, all right."
"Addy, I love you. I mean it. I'll never do anything to hurt you. But Jesus, I gotta have more of that cunt. Please?"
"Tell you what I'll do right now. I'll suck you off."
"Honest, Addy?"
"Cross my heart."
"Will y'let me shoot it into your mouth?"
"Will do."
"And will you suck the whole time I'm comin'?"
"Sure will."
"And will you ... well ... swallow it?"
"Yes."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Then I'll do anything you want, Addy. At any time."
"Now you just lay there and let me do all the work," she instructed.
Lying between her brother's spread-eagled thighs, Addy looked at his semi-erect tool. It really did look nice. She saw flecks of dried sperm. She'd take care of them.
With her fingers she began caressing the solid organ until it became completely rigid. Then she lowered her mouth to lick it, sticking her tongue out. The moment her tongue touched it, she felt Harold shudder. He squirmed and almost squeaked out the thrills he felt. New drops of lubricant formed at the tip and began seeping down the underside. Her tongue washed them off, licking away the residue of semen, as well. Harold trembled even more, and it gave Addy a sense of power, knowing what her mouth could do to that six and a half inch pipe of pink flesh. As her lips formed a circle around the corona, she felt the blood inside begin to pump madly. The only way this cock would come down would be with an ejaculation.
Popping her lips off the swollen head of the prick, Addy began lightly licking it up and down, all the way around. Her pink tongue lay flat against it and washed it from root to crown. The bare pelvis made sucking him so much easier. There was no hair to get in the way and catch in her teeth or tickle her nostrils. She lapped at his tight red scrotum, feeling the wrinkles without the many hairs that would eventually grow there. Then her tongue returned to Harold's cock, licking up to the bright pink knob on top. The skin was hot and flushed, and the way it was wrapped around Harold's solid prong made Addy think of a steel rod encased in a satin sheath. She licked and lapped, making him squirm and writhe with each bit of pressure.
Her tongue licked directly beneath the cap of his glands, lapping at the ridge of his rubbery corona. It made his thighs want to close in around her pretty face, but Addy kept her shoulders between them. She didn't want to have to explain how she got a fractured jaw to her parents, and she knew Harold's thighs would clamp so tightly closed they'd probably break her jaw.
She felt the rest of her brother lying on the bed as a totally helpless being. His hands were clenching and unclenching, wanting to grab her hair, but not daring to. She could feel his eyes on her as he watched in the dresser mirror across the room, staring as her tongue washed his oversensitive cock. She could just about imagine how it felt, recalling how wonderful it was to feel a tongue slide through the groove of her seething cunt.
Her tongue ran up and down the underside, making Harold tremble with want. Her long brown hair brushed against the insides of his white thighs, adding to the thrills he was feeling.
Once more her lips ovalled around the blunt point of his shuddering prick, sucking it into her hot, soaking mouth, and Harold bounced wildly, as if the heat was making his cock melt. Her lips and tongue sucked only the pink head, and the way Harold bounced around made Addy wonder whether he was going to erupt into a living pyre of flame. There was a strong sensual pleasure in being able to suck her brother's seething prong. It felt wonderful to have a prod of living, quivering, pulsating, steel-like flesh between her lips, feeling the way it depressed her tongue and scraped her palate. She especially enjoyed feeling him shudder as if begging for more each time her mouth backed off, surrendering the tingling cock to the coolness of the air.
"Suck me, Addy," she heard him beg. "Take my hot, hard, aching cock between those beautiful puckered lips of yours and suck all the scum right outta me. Oooooh-wowwww!"
This last came out as her tightly ringed lips went down again and sucked a bit more of his turgid, vibrating cock into her leeching mouth. Her tongue was rubbing against the underside so strongly, she wondered if she was scraping off a layer of sensitive skin. The hot flesh felt like smooth silk to her sucking lips. There was a stickiness seeping against the back of her tongue, and Addy knew he was lubricating, and heavily. Her throat was filling with the oily essence of him.
Addy rammed her head farther down, taking the solid, swollen, unbending meat farther and farther into her mouth, thrilling to the way the hot pole continually tickled her tongue. Her nostrils flared and quivered as they inhaled the scent of his former ejaculation mingled with the aroma of her own aromatic pussy. Had she not been so thoroughly fucked out by Darcy, Lehrer, and Vita, and then let Harold bring her on one more time, she would have been hot to trot all over again. As it was she felt a twitching in her cunt. But it was a twitching and nothing more. Oddly, Harold, with his one fuck, had drained her more than the three other men.
Even so, she was enjoying the oral attention she was giving Harold's cock. She could have sucked on the thing all day long. Better not to let Harold know about it, though. He might just make her do it.
Her hands wandered down to his balls as her mouth continued their wonderful sapping of his vitality. She felt them rest in her palm as the sac lay there, all ready to tighten up just before he was prepared to shoot. She caressed the balls tenderly, stroking and tickling them. Without losing a single stroke as her head pushed farther down, taking more of his heated prong into her sucking mouth, her tongue lapped at the top of his scrotum, complementing the way her fingers stroked the leathery sac.
More and more of Harold's pumping pole sank between his sister's lips with each bob of her working head. Since Harold's hands weren't holding her hair, she could bob her head at her own pace, taking as much of the wonder wand into her mouth as she chose.
Her nostrils were wide open, and she was able to breathe through her nose as she filled her mouth with her brother's luscious beef-roll. Now she could feel his spongy glands pressing against the back of her tongue, prodding against her throat. It only made her quicken her sucking. Her nose was almost to the bottom of the pole, about to press into his hairless groin.
While one hand continued squeezing, pumping and milking her brother's balls, Addy slid her other hand under her brother's ass. She could feel his asscheeks tighten, preventing her from gaining access to his asshole. It meant he was almost on the verge of coming. It made her tighten the grip of her sucking lips while moving her mouth all the faster up and down the seething pole. She wanted to taste his sperm. She had to.
She could feel his body wriggling and shivering. A pot full of heavy sperm was accumulating in his balls, boiling up and ready to charge through his tubes. She could tell from the erratic way he was bouncing that pressures inside his balls were increasing, swelling, and enlarging to massive proportions. His cock was his safety valve, and if he didn't blow off soon, he would completely explode. She knew the squeezing of her lips and the tickle of her hair against his thighs, added to the tantalizing of her fingers around his balls were taking their toll.
And then Harold was no longer passively accepting the way she sucked. He rammed his hips up and down, rubbing his prick between her lips and against her tongue with stronger pressure. The blunted roundness of his prick-point was actually pushing into her gullet, forcing it to open and accept his hotness. His erratic plungings into her mouth were deep and long, poking the point of his want into her esophagus. And Addy was more than happy to accept it.
"Addy," she heard him yell. "Addy, this is it, honey. I'm gonna ... ooooh ... come. Take it all, Addy. Swallow it all. Drink my hot, scathing come down your wonderful throat. Suck, Addy. Suck! You have such a great mouth. You have such a fantastic mouth. Suck ... suck ... suck ... oh yessss ... arrghhnggrruhyow!"
Addy felt the tight, throbbing twitch of his seething cock in her mouth as he rammed it all the way in and unloaded his gism. Her mouth slurped and drank up the hot thick spurtings of milk-white semen. She forced her mouth even lower, feeling the head of his cock twitch in her gullet as her esophagus-ring squeezed it and pumped it, pulling the juice out of it. She sucked his balls in as well, licking them with the tip of her tongue as the hot, pulsating tower of prick continued spasming and shooting wads of doughy come down her throat. Her throat pulled the gummy floods of liquid straight from the fiery point of his penis, swallowing all of it into her belly where it felt warm and wonderful.
Harold was totally rigid. Addy could feel every muscle in him helping him shoot his load into her mouth. His hands were tight fists as he shuddered in the insane throes of his climax. Addy could feel the pleasure shooting through her brother with the speed of light. She knew he got added enjoyment from the fact that she, his sister, was pulling his seed out of his cock with her mouth. His seething wad was going into his sister's belly via her mouth and not just her cunt. It was Addy's lips ringing his cock as her head bent in front of him in a form of obeisance. And all the while she continued swallowing; the contractions of her throat crushing his penal head with delight, making him wriggle all the faster. It was as if she were his slave for the moment, doing as he wished, concerned only for his animal pleasures.
Harold continued shooting into his sister's throat, his belly heaving up and down as he spurted blob after blob into her in a continuing staccato of orgasmic shootings. Even when there was no sperm left, he continued his contractions, still coming, still feeling wild sensations until the delight almost became painful it was so exquisite.
Addy sucked the last few drops from his cock; continued sucking for a good two minutes after that, then used her tongue to lap all around, making sure none of it had gotten away. She lapped and tongued his genital area again and again.
Harold wanted to go yet another round, but his cock refused to listen to him. It wouldn't grow again.
Addy knew he wouldn't be in the mood to shove his face into her muff at that point, but she didn't care. She had come so much in the past twelve hours, she figured another orgasm would leave her helplessly naked on her bed for her parents to see when they finally came home.
Taking her mouth from her brother's groin. Addy lay beside him on her bed, letting her palms rub his chest lightly. Harold merely lay back with his eyes closed, enjoying.
"You won't back out now, will you?" Addy asked.
"Hell, no," Harold told her. "In fact, I have fuel to add to your fire. I have photos of Darcy's wife screwing for Lehrer, and I'll bet Darcy doesn't know anything about it."
"I wonder if he really cares," Addy yawned.
"He cares," Harold assured her. "He cares one heck of a lot. Y'know, Darcy loves his wife in spite of everything. It'd really bug him if he found out she was giving away to Lehrer what he can't get out of her. The pictures I have already give us a kind of hold on Lehrer."
"But Lehrer's wife is dead. So all Lehrer has to look out for is Darcy, himself."
"I got more on Lehrer than that," Harold whispered confidentially.
"Huh?" she asked. "What d'you mean?"
"Lehrer's a necrophilia."
"What's that?" Addy asked.
"He likes fucking dead bodies."
"I don't believe it."
"It's true, Addy, honest. I have pictures of him screwing the body of his wife in its coffin when he thought no one else was around. It was the night she'd been placed on display in his house, for the wake. All the others had gone home, and I had been hanging around outside with my camera, waitin' to see if the wake would turn into an orgy. It didn't. But right after the others went home, I watched Lehrer get undressed in the living room, climb into the coffin, and fuck the body of his wife. Honest. I have the photos."
"How come you didn't use the photo in your magazine?"
"I didn't figure it would be any fun. I mean, there was no one around to sue Lehrer or beat him up."
"But it would really louse up this whole deal if you publish photos of Lehrer fucking the body of his wife, as well as the photo of him fucking Arlene Darcy. But then Darcy might come out in the open and take over the deal, himself. We need photos of Darcy and Vito, and maybe Nat Gulsey, the fourth partner doing something to someone. And I guess that someone's gotta be me."
"Addy, I'd never publish the photos of them doin' anythin' to you."
"You could always change my face if you published the photos. The real pictures would only be for the four of them to see, letting them know you'll ruin them if they don't let this deal fall through."
"Sounds okay," Harold admitted. "And we don't have t'worry about them comin' here and looking for the negatives, either. I mean, we'll be movin' away from here once ma and pa find another house."
"Harold, we're never going to let them know you're the publisher of SEX. You just leave everything to me."
"You sure you'll be all right?"
"I'm sure," she nodded. "You just do as I say, and take the photos when I say, and everything'll work out just fine."
"Hey, don't forget Pop."
"I haven't forgotten him," Addy assured her brother. "Just you don't go around taking pictures of him and me together."
"C'mon, Addy, even I draw the line somewhere."
"But where?"
"I wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, especially not after what happened here today."
"Harold, I'll tell you a secret. You're better than any of those three men who raped me. When you grow up, you're going to be so great, the women'll beg you to lay them."
"Yeah," he smiled, "but right now I'll settle for you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Addy," the voice said on the phone. "This is Mr. Darcy. I'd like you to babysit for me tonight."
"But this is only Monday night," Addy said.
"I know," Darcy replied. "But my wife and I have some business to attend to. So you come on over here on your bike about seven."
"What time will you be back?" she asked.
"About midnight," Darcy told her.
"Okay," Addy said, knowing she didn't dare refuse.
She knew what it all meant. Somehow, in some way, Darcy had contrived to get his wife out of the house. That meant he wanted her for another, screwing session.
Hanging up the phone, she went to Harold, who was in his room.
"What kind of film do you have in your camera?" she asked.
"I just loaded it with infra-red," he replied. "Why?"
"Tonight looks like it could be the night," she told him.
"Tonight, huh. Okay. I'll be ready, honey. Want I should wait outside the Darcy bedroom window?"
"No. Darcy won't soil his bed with my ass. He'll want to fuck me either in the den or the living room."
"Yeah, well he's got those heavy curtains covering the den window. See if you can con him into screwin' you in the livin' room. Okay?"
"Okay," she nodded. "He wants me there at seven."
"I'll get there around seven-thirty. You just make sure the living room blinds aren't all the way down. Pull 'em down yourself when Darcy's not in the room, but leave 'em slightly up."
At seven o'clock that evening, Addy showed up at the Darcy home. Darcy let her in, saying, "I have to go with my wife to see a client. I'll be back in about three-quarters of an hour. In the meantime, Marty, Phil, and another guy will be coming over."
"Nat Gulsey?" she asked.
"You're a smart little bitch," he nodded. "Yeah, Nat Gulsey. He figures he's a partner in this, so he's entitled to you as a fringe benefit."
"Sure," Addy nodded. "The whole neighborhood's going to be entitled to me, eventually. Hell! You'll see to that."
"Hey now," Darcy said softly. "Are you sorry for anything that's happened? I mean, I thought you really enjoyed it all."
"I just don't like being used," she snapped. "And that's what you're doing. You used me to get important information, and then, in order to shut me up, you used me again. Then you used me a third time so Mr. Vito could get his rocks off. And now you're planning a five-some. I don't know where you learned your math, Mr. Darcy, but four into one doesn't go."
"In this case it goes. You'll see. And no, I'm not giving you away to the whole neighborhood. Tonight's something in the way of a celebration. We figure by Wednesday, at the very latest, the loan will be secure, and Marty can go ahead and sign those forms you sent him. When it's all over and done, there'll be more than a hundred thousand for each of us."
"And it'll look like my father was in on it, won't it, even though he hasn't the slightest idea what's going on."
"Relax, Addy. Your old man won't get hurt. Hell, from what Marty tells me, your father got a fairly good price for Mitch Teichman. He got twice as much as Teichman would have been willing to accept. Everyone's making money, Addy. Your father, Teichman, and the four of us."
"And what do I stand to make out of this? Another twenty dollars? You must really have a very low regard for me."
"Addy, the money's not for the use of your body. It's for your babysitting. I mean, that time Marty and I shared you in his house we didn't offer you any money. You behave as if we don't respect you."
"Whatever could have given me that idea."
"C'mon Addy, we like you. We like you a lot. If we didn't, d'you think we'd bother having you over here?"
"Well do me a big favor and stop liking me," Addy told him. "I don't like being used by you."
"Better you than me, honey," Arlene Darcy said, coming into the room. "I knew something was going on between you two, but I had no idea how far it had gone. I wonder if Marty Vito would take kindly to the knowledge her husband was screwing a fourteen-year-old tramp. And now Nat Gulsey is joining the group. Well at least some money is being made out of all this."
Addy refrained from saying something about Arlene's affair with Lehrer. It was a secret she intended keeping until the proper time. Then she'd let her brother scatter it all over the neighborhood.
"At least you know how to take care of my son," Arlene said to Addy. "But now you're sitting with my husband as well as the boy. Well, what the hell! Look Shelly, come on and drive me. We don't want to keep your customer waiting. You've been screwing him financially for some time now. He figures its time he did to your wife what you've been doing to him."
"Oh shut up, Arlene," Darcy snapped as he led her out into the front hall.
The two left a few minutes later. Addy checked on Sheldon Junior, saw the boy was fast asleep and breathing evenly, and then went downstairs to the living room. She lowered the shade but left about two inches of space between the bottom of the shade and the window sill. Then she turned on the TV set and waited.
Fifteen minutes later, Nat Gulsey, Marty Lehrer, and Phil Vito walked in. The three of them wanted to start playing with Addy before Darcy got back, but she was adamant about refusing.
Darcy arrived about fifteen minutes later, and said, "Addy, you know Mr. Gulsey here, don't you?"
She stared at the short man and nodded. Like the others, Gulsey was a balding, older man. He was as short as Marty Lehrer, and he wore glasses. He was looking at Addy with his tongue hanging out, and he finally said, "I like the way the merchandise looks. But I'd like to see how it feels."
"When I'm good and ready," Addy snapped, suddenly feeling a strong sense of revulsion.
"Shit on that," Gulsey snapped, taking off his glasses. "Since I'm the newcomer here, and since I'm the one who's getting the money from the bank, I figure it's up to me to start with this chick. Anybody got objections?"
No one argued with him.
"Fine. So, little girl. Let's get a look at those jugs. Strip!"
Addy looked at him, felt almost bored, but finally started to obey. She removed her blouse, letting the four men fill their eyes with the sight of her heaving tits.
Gulsey, staring at her body, took a long, thick, flat vinyl belt from around his waist. Doubling it, he let it fly against her bare midriff. Addy felt shocked by the suddenness of it. She tried covering her breasts, but Gulsey raised the belt again and said, "Don't cover the boobs, doll. If y'do, it means I'll have to hit you twice as hard. Come on, let's get a gander at what you got."
Addy slowly lowered her arms. Her cascading brown hair fell over her marble-white shoulders, spilling between her breasts, making their whiteness and pinkness stand out all the more. She stood before them, stripped to the waist, a pink line across her midriff, her hair hanging as her head stared down at her feet in a sort of resigned attitude.
All four men gaped like starving baboons. Gulsey approached her and snapped his vinyl belt, ready to use it on her if he disobeyed.
Addy simply prayed Harold was outside with his camera. The pictures of the man whipping her with his belt was just what she needed to prove her innocence.
"On your knees, honey," Gulsey ordered.
Quivering, Addy kneeled down, closing her eyes as the upper half of her body remained ramrod stiff. She could feel Gulsey lightly drawing the belt across her body. He moved it smoothly, caressing her skin with it. It felt like a flat cobra, sliding one way to tickle her, and then the other way. He let it ride across her shoulders, then trickle its way down to lightly touch each of her nipples.
"You see," he told the others. "She's shuddering, waiting, anticipating when I'm going to hit her with this belt again. Maybe I'll lash her until her skin is shredded and bloody. Maybe I'll never hit her again. Watch the way her nipples swell and enlarge as I rub my belt across them."
Addy felt the vinyl tease her breasts, tickling the nipples, causing blood to fill them and enlarge them. He rubbed the belt against her pointed breast-tips, faster and faster until the friction began burning her nipples. It hurt. It hurt.
SWAT!!! The belt bit into the tender flesh of her rib cage, causing exquisite agony. Then it came back from another direction, smacking against her flesh again. SWAT!!! Addy felt the belt sting her provocatively. She bent forward and he began a crisscross pattern of lashes across her back.
"Ouch," Addy cried, a look of torment on her face as she looked toward the window.
And then the strap was caressing her back, lightly teasing her, creating a feeling of anticipation as she waited for the belt to come lashing against her again. Her head dangled down and her hair fell around the sides of her face. Perspiration drops stung her back as they formed and seeped into the unbroken flesh where the belt had hit her.
And then the flat vinyl belt was whacking her buttocks. Soon Addy found herself almost looking forward to each stroke as she felt each asscheek burn with lust as well as pain. Her skirt prevented her from feeling the full power of Gulsey's belt as it hit her. She felt leakage coming from between her thighs and realized her pants were sodden. The belt was arousing her.
Sometimes he hit her rhythmically, and she twitched, waiting for the next blow to fall. Sometimes he changed the rhythm. A blow would hit her before she expected it. The anticipation was driving her crazy. Oh God! Her cunt was a faucet, pouring out so much of her sexual secretions.
Gulsey continued applying his belt to her rear end, knowing he could hit her stretched buttocks harder than any other part of her body. And her wearing her skirt prevented him from breaking her skin. He was an expert with his belt, and could tell from the way a woman's ass twitched whether or not she was ready for what he had in mind. Almost any woman could be made to participate in the taking on of two or more men. But each one had to be worked up to it. Each one had to be set on fire. Once she was at what he considered was her peak, he would stop whipping her.
Addy's butt began burning as if the rays of a Summer sun was shining through her skirt, burning her buttocks. The flesh of her back, white with pink lash marks, was trembling. Her butt was shuddering from fear. And now, the pressure of the flat belt on her butt made her rear end sting. Her body became a trembling mass of sensuous, voluptuous, deep dark pain and degradation.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her face was etched with pain. When she finally opened them to look around the room, a red mist seemed to descend and filter what she saw. She could just about make out the four men as they began undressing. Gulsey was already down to his birthday suit. He moved behind her and very slowly, very carefully began pulling her skirt and panty down, peeling them past her thighs, under her knees, along her calves, and off.
Frightened, shivering, Addy fell on her side, staring up at Gulsey's short, dumpy physique. His cock was large, almost as large as Darcy's, and stood out over her like the prow on an old fashioned warship. It was a dark, almost purple cock from tip to base. It had nice thickness to it, though it wasn't quite the cunt-splitter Darcy had attached to him.
She saw his arm reach down, then felt his fingers curl under her own arm and suddenly tug her up to her knees. His mighty boom of cock swung back and forth between his thighs, waving before her face, daring her to take it between her lips. When she refused to take the dare, he grabbed her long hair and tugged, making her open her mouth in pain. And before she could shut her mouth, the powering prod was forcing itself between her gums. She pressed her Cupid's bow lips around it, pulling lightly on the deep violet head.
Gulsey pushed it forward, and Addy felt it stuffing its way into her mouth. It was almost as if she were attempting to swallow a large plum, whole. It had a salty tang to it, and the musky flavor set her salivary glands working overtime. Her drool spilled across the huge pole as if it were a delicious cylinder of beef.
As she sucked, Addy felt another hand pry her thighs apart from the rear. She couldn't see who it was, but Darcy and Lehrer could be seen in her line of peripheral vision, so it had to be Phil Vito. She could feel her rose-pink pussy petals pulled apart, and suddenly a fingertip was massaging the blister-like shape of her emerging clitoris.
"Glllooomphhhh!" was all Addy could say, urging the men on; to rub her body as she sucked the solid pole in her mouth.
Even with the solid stanchion half-filling her mouth she panted, feeling her libidinous juices whipped up; flowing through her body, brought on by the wonderful lashing Gulsey had given her with his belt. The honey dripping from between her thighs was falling on Vito's wrist.
"Don't try to say anything," Gulsey told her, shoving his pole all the deeper into her hot, lusting mouth. "Just keep on sucking the way you're doing."
Addy anxiously caressed the solid tool with her tongue, teasing it with her teeth, actually nibbling and biting as she licked to urge the climax from his hard, rigid cock. Gulsey patted her head in approval and shoved in another inch, rubbing his blunt-nosed penis against her inner throat. Addy began choking. She had never had anything this big shoved this far in. Gulsey only smiled and continued feeding more of his prong to her. The lengthy, burning poker seemed to ride farther and farther into her mouth, plunging past the ring of her esophagus, moving into her gullet, clogging every bit of space as it went. Addy breathed desperately through her nostrils in order to survive, gagging all the way. She turned and twisted her head, trying to force her esophagus to open more. And like the circus sword swallowers, she found as she relaxed the muscle her throat opened, enabling her to take more of it inside.
Gulsey rammed his hips back and forth, moving his mighty muscle in and out, pulling it back so his glands were just inside her lips, then plunging it forward until those same lips were kissing his hairy pelvis as his solid knob plunged all the way down her gagging gullet. Addy could feel it sinking far down into her throat, and only total relaxation on her part kept her throat open enough to prevent her from heaving and gagging.
Her eyes were glued to the hairy pelvis moving right up against the tip of her nose, and then suddenly retreating, until she began to get the feeling the hot cock plunging in and out of her throat was truly the master, and controlled the rest of the body to which it was attached.
"Great, great, great!" Gulsey shouted. "Oh great! This kid has some mouth. I've never had anyone take my pole like this before. I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. Oh shit! Here I come ... ayyyaannggghhhhhh!"
The mighty muscle began splashing its hot, slick blobs of sperm almost directly into her stomach. Addy could feel the pulsations of the huge dingus as it continued flushing her mouth with its sticky contents, forcing the fluid all the way down her gullet, almost blocking off what little air Addy had left.
What a relief, what a fantastic relief when the huge pole finally came sliding out of her throat. And still she remained on her knees, feeling the shuddering sensations shoot through her as Vito's fingers continued massaging her clitoris.
"Fuck me," she rasped. "Fuck me and get this over with."
"Not by a long shot," Darcy told her, smiling.
When she tried straightening up, he held her down as she felt Vito's hands grasp her flanks. Vito was an ass-fucker. There was no getting away from it. He loved burying his pole in a hot rectum, feeling the way a sphincter crushed his cock. He slowly sank his throbbing putz into her tight, squeezing anal opening. She felt his hard, blunt muscle probe into her tight channel as it forced her sphincter to quickly open. Her rectal chamber tried to argue against the intrusion of Vito's member, but as they had done the previous time, so they did now-stretching themselves to accommodate the solid plunger. She squirmed and writhed, agony and pain cut into her features as the pressing prick forced itself farther and farther on up into her. She could feel Vito's fingers reaching into her cunt and taking out gobs of natural lubricant and smearing it on his stiff pole so it could slide in somewhat easier. The tissues and membranes in her anus stretched as he pushed his prick father in, but they held. None of them ripped or tore. Then, little by little the pain in her behind began to subside. Her pelvis began thrashing in time to the movement of Vito's hips.
And then, with Vito's cock stuffed all the way up her ass, she felt hands making her stand up until she was completely vertical. The pressure of Vito's thrusting pole filling her rear end made standing difficult, but she did it. And then hands were forcing her thighs wide apart, and suddenly Marty Lehrer was pressing himself against her front, smiling into her young face as he guided his own phallic weapon to her front orifice. She felt him probe and poke until contact with her labia was made. Then he guided his stiff cylinder into the sucking orifice between her sticky labia, slowly, very slowly insinuating the full length of his cock into her. It pressed against the membrane wall separating her ass channel from that of her cunt, and she knew the two men could feel their cocks rubbing one against the other. Only that wall of membrane separated them.
The two men humped against one another, plunging their penises back and forth, back and forth. The pressure was almost too much for Addy, whose mouth was open, gasping for what little air she could suck into her lungs, what with being sandwiched between the two men.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God!"
It felt so good, and yet ... and yet ... it was too pressing. They were using her as if she were some inanimate object to be applied to cocks to relieve sperm-pressure. There was no way she would be able to come with the two of them crushing her between them.
Suddenly the cock buried in her rectum began swelling and enlarging, making her ass feel even more narrow inside. The pressure was almost too much for her. She shuddered and gasped, then suddenly, as she writhed, she felt the cock in her ass suddenly jet out its contents, filling her rectum with heated blasts as Vito pumped back and forth madly, pounding his thighs into the roundness of her ass. But just before Addy could squeal, she felt Lehrer shoot his load into her hot twat, loading her cunt with a gallon of white cream.
"Now it's my turn," Darcy murmured as the others stepped back.
Addy stared at him, noting he was perspiring with anticipation. His body seemed to shiver with a need for her after watching the enthralling scenes performed by the other three.
He pressed his weighty body against hers, making Addy move back until she tumbled onto the living room sofa. Then he wrapped himself around her, clutching her tightly to him. Addy felt his lips rain kisses on her face and knew he was more aroused from having watched the others work on her than if he'd been playing with her, himself. Darcy was a natural voyeur. He needed to watch before he could perform at his best.
His large, flat tongue came out and began licking her lips and her throat. He nibbled at her ear lobe and speared his tongue into the center of her aural canal.
Addy rubbed her quaking, wanton torso against the tall, heavy man. Her own hands were stroking his sweaty flesh, thrilling to the smoothness of it, except on his chest where the mat of hair was thicker than the strands of carpeting on the floor.
Darcy kissed, breathing heavily, the sounds coming strongly through his nostrils. Addy realized he had a deviated septum which was why he always sounded as if he were breathing even more heavily. He was rubbing his crotch strongly against hers, knifing away at her pubis with his great length of thick cock.
To Addy it would always be "the monster." There would be other penises; many of them. Some of them might even exceed this one in length and breadth, but as far as she was concerned, this was the first one she had touched, smelled, and tasted. This was the big one. This was the totem pole.
Again she marveled at how long and thick it stood out from the rest of his body. It was an immense, mottled, purple-headed boa constrictor, rising from his hairy pubis like some evil snake extending itself from its lair. The circumcised head seemed even more bloated as it swelled and receded. The sightless eye stared at her, winking out its heavy droplets of slickness.
She felt him fondle her tits anxiously, his hands almost claws as they gripped her nipples. Then one hand moved down to her shuddering crotch and dug into it anxiously, ignoring the over spilling of Lehrer's semen as it came out all over his hand.
Addy stared with her big, saucer-like eyes as the python of cock came up higher, reaching ever farther out of its hairy lair, rubbing its leaking, oily venom all over her belly. The oil dribbled from her pussy like tears streaming from uncontrolled ducts.
God! What a marvelous, monstrous piece of fucking machinery. Addy had to feel it in her cunt. She reached out and grabbed it, wanting to ram it into her hole. But Darcy pulled it back, then tried to move higher, as if pointing it toward her face.
"No," Addy snapped. "Not another one in my mouth. Not after what Mr. Gulsey's cock almost did to me."
"Come on, Addy," Darcy encouraged. "You can take it."
"I want it in my cunt," she snapped.
"Lick it, first," Darcy insisted, pulling it back.
"No," Addy told him, jumping up and reaching for it with her hand.
Darcy pulled back again, and the other three men, watching the tableau, began to laugh. Gulsey took his vinyl belt and flipped it to Darcy, saying, "Here, use this. It'll make her do what you want her to do."
Darcy grabbed the belt, turned, and began lashing Addy's white body. Instinctively she covered her eyes, but still moved forward, trying to grab Darcy's cock with her outstretched hand.
Lehrer grabbed Addy by her right shoulder, and Gulsey grabbed her left shoulder. Between them, the two men forced her to her knees.
"Stop it," Addy screamed.
But Darcy was in front of her again, waving his immense phallus, and as she opened her mouth to rant again, he pushed it in. Unlike Gulsey, he didn't ease it in a little at a time, but merely rammed it as far in as he could. It was so thick there was no way Addy's throat would be able to open and take it. She felt her tongue and palate close around it automatically in a sucking movement, tasting the heated flavor of his burning meat. She couldn't help herself. Once a cock was in her mouth, she automatically sucked. It had been Darcy who had brought her to this. And now he was taking full advantage of it, feeling the way her tongue laved his throbbing cock head. She felt the weighty prod push to the rear of her mouth, and Darcy all but screamed out his aggravation at not being able to push his cock into her gullet. He wanted to experience the thrill of her clasping esophagus as it surrounded the head of his prick the way it had clamped on Gulsey's penis. Damn! He was jealous.
Addy couldn't take it. She knew she would black out any moment the way he was continually forcing his hot prick into her throat.
"Make her lie down," she heard Gulsey tell Darcy. "You aren't gonna get it in any deeper. Stuff it in her pussy already. Hell, you fit in there."
"Yes," Addy begged. "Yes, stuff it in my cunt. Please, please, I haven't come all night."
Her cunt was a leaking, dribbling slash of soreness begging for the soothing pressure of Darcy's fat cock. Oh God! She needed it so badly.
The two men holding her arms brought her down on the floor, rubbing her back and ass against the carpet as Darcy kneeled between her thighs. He aimed his tool into her gaping wound of snatch, but before he could shove it in, he felt her writhing her cunt move up on it, sighing as if with she'd just taken a fix.
"Ahhhh!" she sighed with thrilled happiness as the huge dork began sliding its swollen bulk into the volcanic center of her flaming hole. "Oooooh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... "
She felt his large, thick fingers pressing on the insides of her thighs, rubbing their softness, almost tearing at the oversensitive flesh in an effort to tug her thighs farther apart. Euphoria seemed to surround her as her own sheath surrounded the flesh pole embedding itself deeper and deeper into her.
Addy felt as if she were being impaled on a Sequoia tree stump, panting as her lascivious oil began sloshing around in her teeming pussy like some oozing syrup. She felt Darcy's fingers now move under her to clutch her ass, giving him a better grip, all the better to force in more of the meat. The burning, blistering pain of a deprived climax was replaced with the solid, plunging sensation of greatness inside her.
Addy wanted so much to feel the contact of Darcy's belly with hers, but once again his monstrous prong proved too long. There were still two inches of cock to be fitted into her when the bloated knob of his prick touched her cervix. Even so, she sighed with the wonderful sensation of "so much penis stuffing her so totally" as her interior channel struggled to keep itself from being split wide open.
Like the trunk of an elephant, the monstrous cock slid back and forth inside the sleeve of her cunt. Addy felt her pussy was like the mouth of a sabre-toothed tiger, anxious to gobble the meat again and again until it was totally devoured. She loved the way it continually pounded into her body, stopping for no one and nothing.
"Mmmm ... ahhhh ... " she sighed, almost weeping as her pussy thrilled to the way it was stretched by his stuffing meat. Lances of pain competed with blasts of pleasure, as if each feeling was trying to gain the upper hand.
Perspiration was pouring from her body as if she had a hidden fountain behind her pores. Drops fell into her eyes, stinging them, and she could taste the salty sweat with her tongue. And all the while Darcy's mighty camshaft continued thundering in and out of her, making tight, squishy sounds.
"Thatta girl, Addy," Darcy murmured, his chest heaving as he poled his cock in and out.
Addy was regaining control of her cunt-muscles. They tightened their clutch around his pulsating shaft, crushing the member hard as her fingers clawed at Darcy's body to urge him on to more frenetic thrustings. The weighty javelin teased every millimeter of space in her aching twat. And then the long-awaited signal, letting her know her climax was at hand, twitched inside her.
Darcy continued smiling at her, but she could see he was worried. He was both, scared and astounded at the ravenous hunger he had built in her sucking pussy. He was ramming his ass forward as far as he dared, yet she wanted more. It was almost as if he had become angry at her for enjoying sex so much, she had taken the mastery away from him. Shit! If he could only dare rip her right up the middle. No, no, with all these witnesses around he'd never get away with it. Even so, he plunged forward like a maddened bull, slamming away at her tight, crushing, resilient snatch with all the pent-up power he dared use. He plunged and powered his way into her again and again, shoving the vengeful tool with which Nature had provided him into the white-hot center of her.
Addy felt his already-massive cock begin to swell and knew he was going to come. And then the first splatter of heavy sperm blasted out of his pushing penis with furious force. Addy felt it wash into her, and as if the contact of the hot stuff were a trigger, she suddenly found her own climax charging down. The thick pungent fluid spurting into her made her spasm continually as wave after wave of contained orgasm suddenly unleashed itself inside her. Her fingers tore at Darcy's back and clutched his ass. But Darcy seemed not to feel it. Addy felt his hands clutch at her breasts and squeezed as his loins plunged his spurting dork into her roaring oven.
Their joint orgasms seemed to set off a climactic series of crises. Everything and everyone seemed to be blotted from existence. All that mattered or counted for either one was the other, at that instant. They clutched one another and flip-flopped all over the floor like fish just hauled out of water.
And then they began a series of jerking convulsions that ended in a long, continuous shudder for both, after which they collapsed on the floor in a heap of exhausted flesh. Addy could feel the searing pains in her lungs, and yet she was grateful for the sensation as Darcy finally pulled his firehose out of her.
"She's all right," Nat Gulsey was saying, as if from a long way off. "Shit! My wife was never half that good. We have to have more sessions like this."
"Yeah," Lehrer agreed. "Maybe we could get her to bring some of her friends."
"Hell, no!" Vito argued. "The less that know of this, the better. She's good enough to take on all of us."
"Phil's right," Darcy gasped, recovering from his joust with Addy. "What we have here, we keep secret among ourselves. She's too good to share with anyone else, and she's more than enough for us all."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Grab a gander at these," Harold said to his sister. "Aren't these great photos?"
Addy was with her brother in his darkroom in the sub-basement of the house. She was staring at the shots he had gotten off her with the four men. And every one of the pictures looked like a rape scene. The terror and pain on her face had been carefully brought out by Harold who had become quite an expert at developing and printing. And he had the negatives carefully hidden where no one would be able to find them.
Harold had also made up a second set of pictures but with Addy's face completely blurred so she was totally unrecognizable. These were the photos he intended using for his next issue of SEX, which would be coming out in two days.
At last! At last Addy had the four men where she wanted them. They had not merely forced her. They had made her beg and scream and cry for their phalluses. This was something she normally would not have done, but they had aroused her to where she had been unable to help herself. Well they'd never get another chance to arouse her. They'd never put hands on her again. She'd see to that when she met with them Wednesday evening. That was the evening they were all going to get together and watch Lehrer sign the binder, after which he would give Addy the money to give to her father. So they all thought. Addy had other ideas.
That night, Addy slept better than she had since this thing with Darcy had begun. She was totally relaxed, knowing no one would ever be able to hold anything over her head any longer, thanks to Harold.
School seemed to drag the next day, but it finally ended. She got home and gave herself a long, hot bath. It was time to seduce Daddy. She had to. She had to make her father understand, and the only way she could do that would be to make him fuck her. It would also make him extremely possessive of her body, letting no one else share it ... well almost no one else. He would have to let Harold share it. But when she showed him the photos of the men raping her ... after she'd fucked with him, she knew he would call off the whole deal. And then she would be able to explain to him what Darcy and the others had been up to. She knew he would worry because Lehrer had the binder, and if he signed it, there was nothing he'd be able to do. And that was when she intended explaining to him how she would use the photos to keep Lehrer from doing any signing.
What Addy didn't explain was, the same day she would be keeping Lehrer from signing the binder, Harold would be preparing his latest copy of SEX, with a multitude of photos, including the ones with Lehrer fucking his dead wife's body. And on Thursday, SEX would hit the newsstands, disgracing all four men in that neighborhood, permanently.
First things first. And the first thing was the fucking of dear old, prudish old, Daddy.
To begin with, Mama had to be gotten out of the house. Luckily, Mama belonged to many civic associations, all of which had many, many meetings, and that particular night another meeting was scheduled. So mama was gone by seven o'clock.
Ed Scharf had been through a particularly harrowing day, and all he wanted was to relax in front of the TV screen. Addy poured him three fingers of scotch in a water tumbler, and he automatically downed it. She poured him some more, and he drank more.
It was after the third glass that Scharf noticed his daughter was dressed in a sexy negligee belonging to her mother.
"If I didn't know better," he laughed, "I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you could seduce me."
"Well then you don't know better, Daddy," she laughed, dancing around the family room. "That's just what I'm trying to do."
"Come on, Addy," he said, smiling. "What do you want? Is there another mouton coat that's caught your eye, or do you want a charm bracelet?"
"Nope."
"What is it, then?"
"It's you, father. I want you."
"Well here I am. You have me. What are you going to do with me."
"The question is, what are you going to do with me?" she told him.
"Nothing, of course. Why should I."
"Daddy. I want you to fuck me."
"WHAT!!!"
This last came out as a roar designed to shake the whole house.
"You heard me, Daddy," she said. "I love you. I've always loved you. And now I want to love you as completely as it is possible for the two of us to love."
"Addy, if this is a joke, it's in very poor taste."
"I'm not joking," she told him, slowly undoing the buttons of her garment. She let it slide off her shoulders and then down to the floor, watching the shocked look in her father's eyes. Her bare breasts shimmied in front of him, and she noted he was staring at them, unable to tear his gaze away. She began swaying and moving about lightly on her feet, making her breasts bobble, watching her father turn red with embarrassment. Still, he remained standing where he was, staring at the lush fruit of his daughter's pink-tipped tits.
She was wearing a white nylon panty, and now she wiggled her hips, smiling and saying, "Come on, Daddy. Admit it. You want me to take everything off, now don't you."
Her father's mouth hung open in amazement as his lower lip began trembling. He raised his face and looked at her eyes, noting she was staring at his groin. He looked down, and there was his cock, pushing and making a large bulge in his crotch. He began perspiring.
"Daddy, you have a wonderful erection," she whispered.
"Oh no," he muttered, staggering back as she attempted to close the distance between them.
Addy could see he was terrified of his own hunger for her. She knew he was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep it under control. Her eyes were half-closed in a provocative look, and her body was still moving toward him as she offered herself to her father, whispering, "Take me, Daddy. Fuck me, suck me." Her arms beckoned to him, urging him to seize her and like some animal, rut with her.
Scharf, feeling the three double scotches burning through his system, stared at his daughter, looking at her round breasts and ample thighs. He stared at the vivid dark patch of hair showing through her panty. Then his eyes immediately jumped back to the bouncing, hobbling, pink-nosed boobs, and he imagined how hard and firm those nipples would feel between his fingers. Her white, slender waist and flat stomach looked so inviting, and he wondered how it would feel to have the flatness press against his own stomach as he wriggled against her. Her soft, creamy flesh quivered invitingly, urging him to come to her.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered, her voice the only youthful thing about her. Even so, it was a voice filled with lustful invitation.
His hands burned with the urge to clutch her as his body filled with longing. Not that it made him love his wife any less, but this girl, made by him inside his wife, reminded him of Rena in so many ways. And yet there was a freshness, a difference, a quality of youth about her his own sexy wife now lacked.
Christ, but he wanted to fuck her right there, on the playroom floor. She was only a short distance away, staring at him with wide brown eyes that seemed to tease him.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered. "You want me. And I want you. That's all that really matters, isn't it?"
And then Addy wrapped her arms around her father's neck, pressing her smooth, soft, warm body against his. Inside his pants he could feel his hot cock straining for freedom. Addy used her mouth to tease his lips, feeling thrills move through her, as well. And then the pink tip of her tongue was moving between his lips. He didn't resist. She knew he wouldn't. She had never realized it before, but now she understood part of the reason for her father's strictness was his need to keep himself under control. Her tongue, licking his teeth, was a pink saber clinking against ivory shields.
Addy felt him quiver as his legs began giving way. His hands tightly gripped the bare flesh of her waist and slowly moved down around the curve of her hips. She pressed her body to his face, feeling his nose rub just above her navel. His hands groped about unseeingly, looking to take hold of the melons of her breasts. Gripping her tits tightly, he hauled himself slowly up, kissing his way along her base body, licking with his tongue through the valley of her tits. He finally reached her soft throat and began kissing the hollow there. Her flat belly was rubbing against his hard cock.
And then Addy pushed a hand inside his pants, shoving it down, until like a tiny, many-tentacle squid, it wrapped its fingers around the hot, hard, pillar of velvet flesh, squeezing it lovingly.
"Oh Daddy," she breathed. "It feels so wonderful. And you like it, too, don't you? Say it, Daddy. Tell me how much you like it."
Scharf muttered a faint, almost-squealing cry as her knowledgeable hands unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them instantly, then stood there while she deftly removed his undershorts, as well.
Scharf tore his daughter's flimsy panty off, exposing her pubic bush to his eyes. God! What wonderful hair. It reminded him so much of his wife's. He'd always loved Rena's cunt. Now he was peering at a much more youthful version of it, letting him remember how Rena's looked when he first fucked it.
Addy fell on the sofa with her thighs wide open, pulling her daddy down on top of her. His mouth slobbered all over her breasts, licking wildly all over. But his cock seemed to know just where to go, and now it moved between her thighs, guiding itself to the weeping crack between his daughter's legs. God! Addy could feel how anxious his nosing prick was to bury itself in the seething depths of her sopping, febrile, wanting snatch.
In he went, sliding all the way in up to the hilt. Addy felt her father's hot, hard cock fill her throbbing tunnel with his pulsating length. He stuffed it as far in as he could, feeling their pelvic hairs meet and entangle.
"Fuck me," Addy whispered. "Keep on fucking, Daddy. Fuck me until the world falls down around us."
Slowly, very slowly, Ed Scharf drew his solid poker back until only the rim of the rubbery head remained inside. Then he powered forward, shoving its total lengthy breadth far up into her vibrating vestibule. Thrills moved with his hammering phallus, and each time he pushed it into her, Addy felt a new wonder trill its way through her. Perhaps the knowledge it was her father's cock made it feel that much more exciting. She was sighing and wriggling, and in a short while she caught the cadent beat of her father's moving penis, and she started her buttocks bouncing against the soft mattress of sofa cushion beneath her.
"Daddy," she breathed, thrilling shudders running up and down her body. "You feel so wonderful. You feel better than any of the others."
"Others?" he gasped, still pounding his prick into her tight little quim. "What others?"
"Later, Daddy," she sighed. "I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, just fuck me you wonderful father."
Her body began moving faster now, forcing Scharf's skewer ever deeper into her hot, womanly envelope. Her tight twat closed solidly around his pounding prod, squeezing and crushing it with every inward plunge. His kinky pubic hairs squashed against the brown thatch above and around Addy's seeping slot. Addy's long, slender, ballet-strengthened thighs entwined themselves solidly around her daddy's ass as his stomach rubbed against hers with every bit of wonderful friction. Each had suddenly become engrossed in trying to make the other enjoy what was happening. Addy concentrated on tightening the twitching muscles in her irradiating concavity and squeezing the in-thrusting lance as it moved forward, then slithered back through the tantalizing compressions of blistering lava, then once more thrust itself forward into her wonderful garden. His penal point frictioned itself wetly and strongly against the tightening walls of her crushing hallway. When he slammed forward hard, for a short moment he could feel the very tip of her womb's entrance and it thrilled him, creating the impression his cock was longer than it was, since Rena's cunt was a little deeper than Addy's. And the rubbing of her father's plunging dork-tip against her cervix made Addy feel all the more thrilled. This was her father's wonderful cock filling and re-filling her voluptuous cunt with its presence.
"Uhhh ... Daddy, Daddy, this is so ... wonderful," she gasped. "Oh Daddy, I love feeling you buried in me this way."
"I must be crazy," Ed Scharf gasped. "I have to be to keep fucking into you this way. Yet, I can't stop. Addy baby, I love you as a woman."
"My wonderful daddy," she cooed. "Wonderful, wonderful Daddy. My father, my lover. What a marvelous cock you have."
His cock continued pushing into her, making loud squishing noises that echoed throughout the room. He slammed his weighty thighs into her groin with all his strength, occasionally allowing his mouth to dip and suck at her sweet, swollen nipples.
"I can feel that wonderful meat of yours tingling inside me," she murmured. "Come if it'll make you feel good," she offered. "You can always make me come, later."
Her thrilling offer made Scharf thrust all the harder. Oh God! He had to be insane. He wanted to shoot his wad inside his own daughter. But he couldn't help himself. She was no longer merely his daughter. She was his cunt. She was a female whose warm, slick, sucking pussywalls had so hypnotized him, he had absolutely no control over himself. Now he wanted to pump a load of cream into her sweet, delightful pleasure-hole.
Her simmering pussy was solidly attached to his thundering dork, now. It seemed to swallow all of him, not just the cock. And her loins rode mercilessly around him, forcing him deeper.
Now Scharf began to mercilessly fuck his young daughter, cramming his hard, inflexible driving pole into her fuming center, shoving it hard and deep. Addy felt him shove his stomach into hers as he shoved his flaming meat as far into her broiling pussy as he could. She felt him ream the slickly-separated walls of her lustful box over and over.
Like a lead-loaded blackjack his ball-filled sac slammed itself against the up-tilted lower part of her ass. Addy felt her intestines tremble as her father drew back his powering prick, then chugged it forward repeatedly.
She felt his speed increasing as he crammed his meat into her distended cunt again and again. He was no longer trying to be careful. Addy sensed he was driving into her for all he was worth. She bucked and spiraled under his thudding like a helpless female rabbit being pounded by a powerful male hare. He was gasping and panting, breathing fire all over her as he pushed his stopper into her.
Addy felt her ass bouncing with heavier rhythm as her creamy, long thighs gripped him solidly between them. Her pelvis moved up to slam into his own ramming pubis. This was heaven. This was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever known.
Addy's fingers reached out and clutched at her father's bobbing ass. She parted his gluteus cheeks and pressed a finger against his tight asshole. She could hear her father almost wheeze as she pressed her finger against his asshole, forcing the sphincter to stretch. It made him ram harder, as if he was pumping forward in an effort to escape the seeking finger tantalizing his tight, wrinkled asshole. His breath burned into Addy's ear, making her dig all the harder at the pucker against which her finger was pressing.
Now Scharf was slamming his cock into Addy with such strength she felt her bones rattle. She could feel the blunt-nosed head of his cock slamming into her cervix again and again. The sandwiching of their pubic hairs between their pelvises made Addy feel more and more thrilled.
She stabbed her finger harder and managed to work the tip into her father's asshole. This only sent him slamming against her with even greater vigor.
Flames seemed to scorch his internal body. Addy continued shoving her finger deeper now that she'd made an inroad, and it spurred him to thrust his cock into her with greater speed.
"Wonderful cunt," he murmured. "Wonderful cunt. Love the cunt. Feels so good ... love it ... love the pressure ... "
"And you have a fabulous cock," Addy once again complimented. "Fuck me more, Daddy. Use that fabulous cock inside me until you've scraped me raw."
Addy's finger was moving circularly in her father's anal canal, making him shudder and shiver until his vibrations communicated themselves to him in such a way, she began a sympathetic reaction. This was one helluva fuck. It was even better than the one Harold had thrown into her, though Addy suspected experience had much to do with it. She felt so gloriously stuffed with cock, though Sheldon Darcy's longer, fatter penis had not been able to create quite the same sensation. Just the sensation of the way it slid in and out of her seething hole created an arousal she had never before dreamed could take place. Every quivering nerve in her hot cunt was raw and exposed, thrilling to the way his plunging penis seemed to scrape. It had her sighing, quivering, and screaming all at once. A wondrous burning nova seemed to ignite in her cunt as the rubbing of her father's cock caused greater friction in her cunt.
Addy's finger came popping out of her father's bumhole as she writhed on the couch. That wonderful spike was doing the trick. It was getting her where she wanted to go, and from the tightening in her father's movements she could tell he was there, as well.
"Shoot it into me," she whispered. "Fire that white-hot come into my womb. Blast that gism into my cunt and let me burn up with passion. Shoot, Daddy, shoot!"
And shoot he did, unloading a veritable fountain of creamy white sperm into the seething container of his daughter's roaring furnace.
"Uuuuhhhaahhrrgghh ... " he yelled, bouncing madly as he slammed into her with such force she was physically being moved back a fraction of an inch with each thrust.
But before she could think about it, Addy was coming, too. She screamed a long, high-pitched, "Eeeeeaaannnrrhhhrrrhh ... "
And as the sloshing, burning seed spilled into her tormented twat, Addy bounced wildly, pumping her cunt up and down to draw the maximum sensation from her father's pumping prod. Her movements were matched by his as he fired an endless blast into her.
Ed fell sprawling on his daughter, his throbbing cock pumping oceans of heavy spunk into her sucking pussy. There was no retreating, no going back. He had fucked his own daughter, and he had enjoyed it in spite of his initial reluctance.
She had been tight, and he'd had to really wedge his cock into her, but there had been no cherry. And now, when he withdrew it, there was no virginal blood.
He hadn't been the first. Someone else had plumbed the depths of his daughter's fourteen-year-old cunt before his own cock had buried itself in so precious a vault.
Addy thrilled to the warmth of her father's strong, heavy body as it pressed down on hers. Even with his slimy-covered cock out of her, the mere weight of him on top of her made her feel good.
Minutes passed and Ed Scharf finally slid off his daughter. He lay beside her on the sofa and ran his hand over her smooth, white torso.
"Are you sorry, Daddy?" Addy asked.
"No," he sighed. "I don't know, maybe I've been wanting to do this ever since you developed breasts. Maybe it's been a secret wish of mine, so secret I was completely unaware of it until now."
"It's been my wish," she murmured. "Gosh, but I've wanted this to happen ever since that first time I saw you fuck Mommy."
"When did you ever see me fuck your mother?" Scharf asked.
"Almost all the time, when you keep a light on in your room. There's a hole in the wall separating our rooms. Mom hung a picture over it in my room, hoping I'd never notice it. But I knew it was there even before she'd hung the picture there. And when I heard sounds coming from your bedroom one night, I took the picture away and looked, and that was when I saw you fucking Mom. Gosh, but it was something to watch. And I always dreamed you'd do the same thing to me, and now you did."
"But I think I'm not the only one, am I, Addy?"
"I've been wanting to tell you about it, Daddy, but you've always been so blue nosed about everything I was afraid to talk to you."
"Well I don't have anything to be blue nosed about any longer, do I. So tell me."
"I was raped."
"Who did it?" Ed Scharf asked, his face becoming grim.
And Addy proceeded to explain everything that had happened between herself and the four men, naming them. She also explained why, then assured her father there was no way Lehrer would sign anything. She had a way to stop the land deal. Equally important, she had a way of assuring her father the four men would never touch her again. When her father asked her how she planned to stop them, Addy called out for Harold to come into the playroom. She knew her brother had been outside the door, listening the entire time.
"Addy, cover your body."
"Don't worry, Daddy," Addy told him. "Harold's seen me this way. You see, he's my brother and I love him much the same way I love you."
"Addy, are you saying you and Harold ... "
"Is it any worse than what you and I have done?" Addy asked.
"No, I guess not," Ed Scharf nodded, blushing.
Harold showed his father the photos of Addy being raped by the four men. Ed Scharf by now had the good sense not to ask where he'd gotten them. But it was evidence that would put the four men in prison for a long, long time if the county district attorney ever got his hands on them. And the D.A. was an ambitious man, always looking for an excuse to prosecute someone. The photos would keep all four men away from Addy. They would also assure the deal not going through. Most important, they could be used to discover just who was willing to pay the half million for the Teichman Swamp so Teichman could make the money while he, Scharf, could collect fifteen percent, or seventy-five thousand for himself.
Scharf agreed to allow his daughter to meet with the four men one more time, for the express purpose of putting the screws on them. But he and Harold watched from the same window where Harold had taken the pictures.
The meeting between Addy and Darcy, Lehrer, Vito, and Gulsey went off exactly as expected. All four men acknowledged they couldn't afford to let other prints of the pictures shown to them, circulate. So Lehrer returned the binder and gave Addy the name of the man who represented the syndicate wanting to buy the swampland.
When Addy came out, she found her father waiting. Harold had left some time ago. The two of them decided to go to a movie to celebrate, after which they returned home. And it turned out to be an interesting homecoming.
CHAPTER NINE
Rena Scharf wondered where her husband and children had gone. She was surprised to see Harold later, without his father and sister. She decided to question him as to where he'd gone and where the others were. Harold, in no mood to field questions, merely nodded, telling his mother Pa would answer all the questions when he came home.
"Where are you going?" Rena asked.
"I have something to do downstairs," Harold told her, not wanting to discuss the fact that he intended putting his magazine together for distribution the following day.
"Harold, "I've been down to your secret room," his mother told him. "What kind of filth are you creating there?"
"Oh your ordinary, everyday normal kind of filth," he replied. "Ma, you're supposed to stay outta there."
"How do you explain these?" Rena asked, taking out photos he'd made of Addy and Ed Scharf. He had taken them through the crack in the playroom door. Actually the door had been slightly open, and he'd gotten some good shots.
"How do you want me to explain them?" Harold asked.
"You doctored these pictures to make it look as if your father and sister were doing terrible things."
"To begin with, Ma, they weren't doing terrible things. What they were doing was damn good, and you know it. Next, I didn't doctor anything. Addy and Pa have a thing for one another. And to be honest, Ma, I got a thing for you."
"Harold, how dare you talk to me this way. Go to your room."
Rena wouldn't admit it at the moment, but her son's words were beginning to inflame her. Ever since she'd given birth to her son, Rena had been excited whenever she'd handled him, bathed him, and changed him. Even as he grew older and didn't need changing, she continued bathing him. For awhile she bathed him with Addy, in the same tub. But after awhile she continued bathing Harold while letting Addy take her own baths. It was only two years earlier that she'd stopped bathing Harold, and then she had been very reluctant about it.
Rena tried keeping a straight face, doing her best to force her gaze on her son's face. But her eyes automatically kept dipping to his crotch, and she couldn't help but notice the bulge there.
Harold smiled at his mother and approached her, and Rena began backing away. She backed up the stairs and Harold followed her. He followed her into her bedroom, listening to the way she was beginning to breathe heavily.
Rena put the photos on her night table, then turned to face Harold, hoping to make him leave. But she felt his strong, youthful arms grip hers. Compared to her own naturally tanned flesh, Rena found Harold's hands to be stark white.
"Hey, c'mon Ma," Harold whispered. "Let's you and me be honest with each other, huh? Let's fuck! There's no one else here, and we deserve to enjoy ourselves with each other. C'mon Ma, c'mon. I got the hots for you, and you got them for me. Why fight it? I mean, think how much more fun it's gonna be once you admit it."
Rena was inflamed by her son's words and she knew it. Years of morality and belief began crumbling because of his words. The flaming blasts of desire she had restrained all these years began flaring inside her wet pussy. Yes, she wanted her son. She wanted him a lot more than he would ever know. Her eyes locked on the bulge in his pants, unable to tear themselves away. His very nearness seemed so strong. This wasn't baby-Harold, the one she'd bathed and powdered. This was a new, more overpowering, more masculine Harold despite his pretty face and his short height.
God! she thought. Can this be really happening to me?
Heat was building between her aching thighs, and there was no way she could stop it, this time. She was past the point of no return. She wanted her son to fuck her. She wanted him as much as she'd wanted her husband.
"Say it, Ma," the boy whispered. "Tell me how you want me to fuck your juicy cunt. Let me hear the words."
"N ... no," she stammered, white with fear of her own desires.
"Yeah, Ma, I can tell, you really want it," he muttered, and suddenly he pulled his mother to him as he shoved his mouth against hers.
She felt his hands running up and down her back, making her spine tingle before reaching down to grab the full globes of her ass. He was rubbing his prick against his mother's cunt, and Rena felt static shoot through her body. She could feel the way it hardened and grew because of the contact.
Rena wanted to fight; to resist, and keep her son away from her. She clamped her lips shut and refused entrance to his young, demanding tongue. But it was only a matter of moments before she felt the tongue penetrate her defenses and slide into her mouth. It was a flaming ramrod of resiliency as it touched her own tongue, fucking into her mouth as stolidly as any cock; almost raping it. Her burning pussy involuntarily seemed to open and let a flood, of seething lubricant spray into her panty. Searing flame pyred upward through her agonized body as she found herself starting to respond to what her son was doing.
Rena found herself sobbing and clutching him tightly, and then her mouth opened wide as her body pressed against his. Her arms held him very tightly as her mouth responded and returned his kiss. She rubbed her thighs into him, sliding the white-hot, soaking pubis under her curling hairs against the swelling in his pants.
It was Harold who eventually broke the kiss and said, "Let's do this right, Ma. Come on, let's get these clothes off and fuck."
"Yes," Rena agreed. "Oh yes, my darling boy. Oh yes!"
They were undressed and on the bed in almost no time. Harold had his hands covering the mounds of his mother's hot tits, and Rena writhed madly. The mere touch of him sent her into an orgiastic frenzy. Oh God! She was coming. She could feel the hot juices pouring out all over her thighs.
She knew Harold was aware she'd come when he put his hands between her thighs and felt how much of her womanly wine was oozing out.
"Ma," he muttered, "you came. You came without my doing a thing. Ma, I gotta come, too. Ma. I gotta stick my cock where it'll be nice and tight."
"Wherever you want, Harold," she acknowledged.
"Your ass, Ma. Let me fuck you in the ass. Your cunt is too wet and slippery. My cock might not fit in too well. Let me fuck your ass."
Rena moaned and shuddered, listening to the obscene idea presented by her son. Her hairy-lipped pussy was ablaze with desire, yet she was cooling off just a little, having already come. He was grinding his hot, hard, pre-adolescent cock against her sopping, burning hole, and she found her own hands were stroking his tiny flat ass. She found herself running her finger up and down the crevice between his asscheeks, fingering the brown wink of his asshole. She wanted him. She wanted him no matter where he shoved his meat. She had to have it inside her. She shuddered, her brain spinning madly with wild abandon at the wonder of her wonderful young son's cock. Yes, she wanted that hard, stiff bit of maleness planted as far up into her asshole as it would go.
"Yes," she agreed, aloud. "But don't make me turn over. Fuck me this way."
Before she could say anything more, she felt his hot little hand slide into the furry nest of her teeming pussy, and suddenly his extended middle finger slid into her slothing hole. For all her looseness in there, the finger felt like a fiery knife.
"Hurry," she whispered to her son. "Hurry and fuck me right in the ass. Put your cock between my asscheeks and push it into my ass. I want to feel that wonderful dick of yours rip my rectum right out. Do it, Harold."
She heard his stertorous breathing as he got up on his knees and moved between her thighs. He raised her thighs, letting them fall over his shoulder, then reached out, grabbed a pillow, and propped it under his mother's ass. His cock was pressing against her juicing slot, increasing the tormented fires in her body.
She felt him stroke her soft, tan asscheeks, teasing her anal orifice with the tip of his finger, thrilling to the way his touch made her wriggle. She felt the tip of his forefinger moisten itself in her pussy juices, then very slowly push its way past her sphincter into her temple of sodom. She felt the finger wiggle around inside, and it made her whimper all the more.
Then she felt his finger pull out, and his two hands rested themselves on her inner thighs, down near her ass. She felt him use his thumbs to part her asscheeks nice and wide. Then she felt him slide forward, pressing the round, blunted knob of his fiery phallus against her tiny, unresisting hole.
Rena was trembling with a combination of expectation and fear. She could feel the bulbous point of her son's large cock resting at the entrance to her forbidden hole.
"Shove it in, Harold," he whispered, looking at him between her tits. His face still seemed so angelic.
"Here it comes, Ma," he grunted, and shoved.
"Unnnghhh," she almost bellowed, as she felt the cock move forward and a violent, shuddering agony tore through her body.
She felt him lunge almost brutally, forcing her sphincter open as it slowly, very slowly slid into her tight, squeezing ass channel. He rammed again and she screeched again, then felt his cock was almost halfway into her. He clutched her tits, squeezing them as he pressed against her thighs, forcing her knees back against her body, and with one more hard lunge, he was in.
Rena began bouncing wildly the moment she felt it totally buried in her asshole. It felt wickedly wonderful. Her son's aching cock pushed in again and again, backing up each time to gain improved leverage, and then in it went again.
In a few short moments she felt her rectal hallway accustom itself to the probing prong of her anxious son. She became overwhelmed with mounting desire, and even greater thrills went through her as Harold reached down between her thighs with one hand and dipped fingers into her squishy cunt, using his thumb to rub her swollen clit.
Rena's head flailed wildly from side to side as she slammed her hot ass back against her son's in-thrusting prong. All sense of time disappeared. But orgasms began building in her clit, and she was having one crisis after another as her son's cock continued pounding into her ass.
That was when Addy and her father walked into the room. Twenty-four hours earlier, Ed Scharf would have been enraged at what he saw. Now, he had to accept it, especially after noticing the photos of Addy and himself on the night table.
He turned to look at his daughter, but Addy was already undressed and with her mouth glued to her brother's asshole. It made him thrust all the harder into her mother's aching rectum.
"What the hell," Ed Scharf thought, and shrugging, dropped his own pants and stuffed his cock into Addy's quim from behind. "The family that plays together, stays together."