Chapter 5
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.