Chapter 7
"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."