Chapter 4
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.
"She's ... uhh ... getting heavy," Lehrer muttered.
"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.
"Oh wow ... " Lehrer yelled. "Oh Jesus! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm c-o-o-o-m-m-m-m-i-i-i-n-n-n-g-g-gggggguhhhhh!"
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.