Chapter 1
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.
"Oh God!" Addy muttered. "Oh great God! Oooooh ... uhhhh ... oh wowwwwwww ... arrrrahhhhh ... "
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?"