the course of the marathon, she had climaxed several times, and there were only two men left, the man who had been first in line and Grant Darwood.
Her body smeared with jizz and cunt juice, her eyes glazed with sex and her little mouth hanging open with passion, she eagerly welcomed the two men in and out of her grasping arms.
It was with a little pang of regret when she felt the first man's sperm squirt into her twat. She knew that with only one person left, this deliciously long fuck session would soon end.
Opening her thighs wide, she welcomed the last man, Grant Darwood, between her sperm-slippery legs.
'God, honey,' she whispered into his ear as she felt his big cock sliding up into her cunt. 'You've really got staying power.'
'Do you mind?' he smiled, grasping her slippery little asscheeks and pulling her up tighter against the base of his cock.
'Shit, baby, I love it and there's no thirty strokes this time. You can just keep that gorgeous big cock in my hot pussy until you come.'
Libby trembled in ecstasy at the delicious feeling of the big, thick pole of meat rubbing delightfully against her inflamed cunt walls.
'Oh, God,' she moaned, holding him tighter. 'Give me a good ride, baby. Fuck me good!'
Soon her legs were flying up in the air as his massive whang pounded ferociously in and out of her dripping snatch. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper he sank his huge tool into her writhing, grasping cunt.
The circle of men stared excitedly at the two, wildly fucking bodies on the floor. They could hear the slap of hot, slippery flesh. As his big prick pumped into her hole, they could see the flow of white sticky juices oozing out of her swollen pink cuntlips. Their eyes bugged out with excitement watching her delicate little fingers probing around the tight sensitive ring of his hairy shale.
They gasped as loudly as Grant Darwood did when she unexpectedly rammed her finger up his ass to the last knuckle.
The feel of her finger swirling around in his sensitive bung sent the man reeling to new heights of ecstasy. Roaring like a bull, he drove deeper and harder into the writhing cunt beneath him.
'Shit!' she squealed with delight. 'Oh, shiiiitttt! Oh, that's it, Daddy! Fuck me good!'
The two frantically coupled people crashed on and on toward the inevitable climax that was rapidly approaching.
Everything was a delicious blur to Libby as she felt the orgasm building up, ready to explode through her whole body. The feel of his hard, thick tool ripping into her hungry cunt was so profoundly delicious that her pleasure-crazed nerves could hardly stand it.
Unaware of what she was doing, the girl was screaming and squealing with uncontrolled passion.
She was only dimly aware of the thick, hot fuck juice gushing out of his relentlessly pounding dong as she violently exploded into an earth-shaking orgasm. Her body shuddered and trembled beyond control as she rocketed into the dizzying heights of complete fulfillment.
Pulling his face to hers, she covered his lips with her open mouth.
'Oh, God, baby, that was great,' she whispered into his ear as the intense orgasm began to recede.
It was wonderful tat the longest fuck of her entire lifetime had ended with such a fantastic climax. When they got off the floor, it was obvious to everyone that the party was over. The men began dressing when they saw the sperm-soaked little girl putting on her dress.
Grant Darwood escorted her to the library, where he asked her to wait until his guests had departed.
When they had gone, he returned to the library where he sat down in a chair across from Libby.
'You're some girl,' he smiled at her.
'And you're some cocksman,' she giggled.
'Libby,' he said, 'I know that we had agreed to pay you fifty dollars for an act with a partner who didn't show up, but what you did tonight is worth five hundred dollars.'
'Shit,' the girl laughed, 'I had a real ball.'
'Take this,' he smiled, handing her two five-hundred-dollar bills. 'Five hundred for tonight and an extra five hundred if you'll stay here with me over the weekend.'
'Gee, Mr. Darwood,' she replied appreciatively, 'I'd love to stay, but I've got to go home and make arrangements for someone to take care of my baby.'
'You have a baby?' he asked in surprise.
'Yes,' she replied. 'I have a little four-month old girl.'
'But you're just a child yourself,' he continued. 'How old are you, Libby?'
'I just turned eighteen,' she giggled.
'Okay,' he suggested. 'Let me call a taxi for you, and you can come back tomorrow evening after you've made arrangements for your child.'
'I'd like that,' she whispered suggestively. 'I'd love to spend a weekend with you and that delicious big cock of yours.'
Smiling, he got up and went over to the phone and called for a taxi.
When Libby awakened the next day, she could hardly wait to show the thousand dollars to her family.
'Where the hell did you get that?' asked Patty. 'Five hundred dollars for the longest fuck I've ever had in my life, and another five hundred for spending this weekend with the biggest, juiciest cock I've ever tasted,' she laughed proudly.
'The longest fuck you've ever had?' asked a puzzled Turk.
'Yep,' she replied. 'It lasted over four hours.'
'Who the hell can fuck for four hours?' asked Whirley Bird.
'Nine or ten guys,' she giggled.
The boys shook their heads in disbelief.
'I've found the neatest game that we can play when I get back from my weekend,' she smiled at the boys. 'You all take turns fucking me, thirty strokes each.'
'Christ,' laughed Patty. 'You're the damnedest sex machine I've ever met in my life.'
Patty was more than willing to take care of the baby, and Libby returned to Grant Darwood's home the next evening.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
'Hello, Libby,' he smiled, opening the door himself. 'I've let all the household help have the weekend off so that we can be alone.'
'I'm glad,' she whispered, standing on tiptoes and kissing him lightly on the cheek. Taking her bag, he escorted her up the stairs to a fabulous master bedroom with a balcony that overlooked the city.
Placing her bag on the bed, he led her to the terrace where he had prepared a table with a cold supper and iced champagne.
'Oh, this is neat!' she squealed with delight as he held a chair for her.
'I'm glad you like it,' he replied.
'Wait a minute,' she exclaimed excitedly. 'Let me change into something fresh for this little dinner party.'
'Okay,' was his reply as she dashed for her little bag in the bedroom.
Grant stared in stunned silence when she reappeared, slowly spinning around for his benefit.
'Do you like it? I just bought it this afternoon,' she giggled excitedly.
'My God!' he gasped. It was a sheer, flimsy white gown that clung seductively to her curvaceous little body. Her big luscious nipples were boldly revealed trough the thin material, as was the soft triangle of pussy hairs nestled between her lovely thighs.
'You're the most amazing girl I've ever met,' he whispered softly as he seated her at the table.
They conversed and laughed easily as they slowly ate and sipped the cold, bubbly champagne.
