Lying down on the deep, plush carpet, Libby spread her thighs and looked up to the group of naked, stiff-cocked men who were standing around her.
"Now, boys," she smiled softly. "I want you to form a line, and you will take turns fucking the slit out of me. The first man gets thirty strokes, and if he hasn't come, he goes to the back of the line and the next man gets thirty strokes. We'll keep it up as long as you guys can. When a person comes, he's out of the game and must go sit down. Do you understand?"
"Yeah!" they answered excitedly.
"And," she continued, "I want to hear all of you counting the strokes."
She smiled up at the first man in line who was eagerly grasping his stiff cock.
"Okay, baby," she whispered softly as she brought her knees up, spreading her thighs even wider apart. "Here's my juicy little pussy, so start fucking."
Quickly dropping to his knees between her soft, luscious little legs, he guided his quivering stiff prick up against her hot slit. He shuddered with excitement as he felt his knob touch the hot, juicy flesh of her smoldering fuck-hole. Waves of ecstasy washed through his loins as his sensitive cock slid into the hot sucking tissues of her hungry little cunt.
"That's it, baby," she whispered excitingly as she felt the stiff rod sliding up into her steaming twat. "That's it, honey, now fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"One… two… three… four…" the men began chanting in cadence as he started driving his cock in and out of her warm little box.
By the time he reached thirty strokes, he was fucking her with deep, hard thrusts.
The man behind him frantically tore him loose and excitedly dove between her legs, slamming his hard cock up into her cunt with one lusty stroke.
"Oh, Christ, baby, that feels good!" she squealed as the man wildly pounded his cock in and out of her snatch at a furiously fast speed.
On his twenty-second stroke, Libby unexpectedly felt his jizz spurting into her cunt. He shuddered violently for a few seconds, ten rolled over to make room for the next man.
By the time the last man in line had his turn, three had been eliminated through ejaculation.
"Hi," she giggled when the man who had been first to start crawled between her legs for the second time.
Without answering, he plunged his big dick up into her slick, juice-drenched little slit. Not rushing, he took long, lusty strokes that ripped deliciously up into Libby's quivering little cunt.
"Oh, shit!" she squealed with delight. "That's it, baby! Oh, Christ, that's good! Harder, honey, harder! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Libby could feel her orgasm building up, and she tore and clutched at the man, thrusting her cunt up in wild anticipation of each flesh-ripping drive of his big, brutal prick.
"Oh, baby!" she shrieked as her climax neared. "Fuck, baby! Fuck!"
She was just on the verge of exploding when she felt the throbbing cock pull out of her twitching cunt. He had completed his thirty strokes.
"Don't!" she screamed hysterically. "Don't stop, you bastard!"
By the time she had shrieked the sentence, she felt a fresh big cock slithering up her excited hole.
Grasping the new partner tightly in her arm and screwing her grasping little cunt up against him, she whispered, "Fuck me hard, baby. Please fuck me good."
Her pleading voice excited the man to the point of driving his pole in and out of her grasping twat with a wild ferocity.
"That's it, baby!" she squealed, feeling her orgasm building up again. "Don't stop! Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!"
Clutching the man even tighter, her little body began shuddering violently as she exploded into a mid-shattering orgasm.
"Aaauuuggghhh!! Eeeeehhhh!!" she screamed, covering his mouth with hot wet kisses.
Realizing what had happened, the man stopped pumping.
"No, don't stop!" she sobbed. "I want more! I want to come again and again!"
The man continued fucking Libby until he had completed his thirty strokes and then his cock was replaced by another.
As the night wore on, Libby hazily realized that this was the longest fuck she had ever experienced. During 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.