Tracy had never known anything so exciting as the three pricks fucked her. Her body rocked with the forces of their strokes. Her skin tingled with delight.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, not taking her mouth away from Joe's cock. "Ummmmmm."
"Shit," Bobby said. "This is so good. Her ass is so tight! So fucking tight!"
She could feel Brad growing excited. His cock-head was growing inside her cunt and she quickened her movements. She tried to close her cunt walls against her prick, causing him to grow even more excited.
"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to blow it. I'm going to blow my wad! Oh Jesus!"
"DO it," Tracy urged. "Put your hot cum in me! Oh yes, I can feel it! I can feel your hot cum in me! I can feel you squirting!"
He was screaming at the top of his lungs as his prick exploded into her cunt. She pushed herself down on him as far as she could. His hot cum made her feel tingly in her pussy, and she knew the explosion of her juices wouldn't be far behind.
"Oh shit," Bobby said. "Oh shit, I'm going to do it. Oh fuck, I can feel it coming! Oh Jesus, get ready! Get ready, baby! Get ready! Feel that!"
She felt it as he slammed his cock deep into her ass and then his cock-head began to spurt great gobs of jism into her. She could feel his sticky jism running down her thighs.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby."
She found herself concentrating more on sucking Joe's cock. She wanted it to be the best he'd even had. She knew he would still send her away but she wanted him to remember her. She used her tongue and her lips in every trick she knew.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "You're going to make me come, sweet baby! You're going to make me come! You're going to taste my cum!"
She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his hotcum down. She felt her pussy tingling and she knew sucking Joe was making her come.
She slammed herself down as explosion after explosion rocked her body. At the same time his sweet prick emptied its salty load of jism into her mouth.
She drank him down. She didn't allow his prick to escape until she had licked off every drop of cum.
"Oh God," be moaned. "That was great, Tracy. And it's just beginning. Just beginning."
"Yes, Tracy," Brad said. "This is going to be a day for you to remember."
It was a day for Tracy to remember the rest of her life. The three men seemed intent on fucking her to death. When one would stop another would begin.
They fucked her in the bed for a while and then they took her downstairs for more fun in the living room. They fucked her bent over the table, couches, on the carpet, anywhere that two people could fuck.
Joe even took her out to the pool and fucked her in the water. She had never climaxed so many times. She had never had so much fun.
They didn't take time out to eat. Only to drink. And Tracy was a little stoned and completely exhausted by the time evening came.
She felt Joe's hands on her tits.
"No," she said. "I couldn't do it again. I really couldn't. I'm too sore."
Joe didn't listen as his hard cock slipped up into her and he fucked her for a long while. She didn't come but she felt satisfied when his cum poured into her cunt.
"Oh Joe," she moaned. "Oh Joe."
Someone took her back up to her room. She thought it was Bobby. He put her very tenderly into her bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"See you, Tracy," he said. "You are a sweet piece of ass. The best ever."
She felt sleep come over her and she didn't remember if she answered him.
She left with the same bag she had arrived with. She had found it on her bed the next morning. She got up and took a shower and then ate the breakfast that Brad had put out, for her.
Brad came up and knocked on the door. He wore his driver's uniform and he didn't look like he remembered anything of what had happened the day before.
"Are you ready, Miss Dixon?" he asked. Tracy realized that this was the way that Joe would want things. As if nothing had happened in the weeks she'd been there. She nodded.
"Yes," Tracy said, "I think so."
This time Brad took her bag as she followed him downstairs. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Can't I say good-bye to Bobby and Mr. Douglas?"
"They aren't here," he said.
"Not here?"
It may have been a lie but she didn't press it any farther. Perhaps Joe couldn't say good-bye. Perhaps he was afraid he would get sentimental about things. At least, she kind of hoped it was that way.
Somehow she felt that Joe had really liked her.
She got into the back seat of the limousine and Brad pulled away from the house. She took one last, lingering look at the house that had so changed her life.
"Does my sister know I'm coming?" Tracy asked.
"She knows," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas takes care of everything."
Tracy wondered about bow she would feel when seeing Maggie. She had been angry at Maggie at first. She had been full of hate and ready to scratch Maggie's eyes out. But slowly she had found out what Maggie wanted her to understand.
Now she understood the almost sad look that Maggie had given Joe Douglas. Maggie had been to the house before Tracy, and Maggie would never forget it. Maggie wanted to go back. As Tracy would always want to go back.
She looked out the window and saw that she was getting near Maggie's apartment. A few minutes later Brad pulled the limousine to a stop in front of the "No Parking" sign.
"I would carry your bag up, Miss Dixon," he said. "But I have an errand to run."
At the moment Tracy noticed a girl on the corner holding her bag. An innocent-looking girl of perhaps twenty, with long red hair and a puzzled expression.
Brad got out and motioned for her to get into the car. Tracy got out, quickly and watched the expanse of bare thigh as the girl slipped into the car.
"Just be nice, honey," Tracy said. "Be nice and he'll be nice to you."
She looked up at Tracy with an expression of pure horror. Tracy didn't blame her. Tracy knew how it felt to be on the way to the little house in the country.