"Status or-what-mus?" Scott asked.
"Status orgasmus," Angie repeated. "It's when a woman has one orgasm after another very fast. It can last five minutes or more."
"Wow!" Jim exclaimed, shaking his head wonderingly. "You must be the hottest girl alive."
Angie smirked. I probably am, she thought to herself, pleased.
"Hey, let's keep this show on the road," Scott said.
"Yeah, whose turn is it?" Jim agreed.
"Let me choose," Angie cried.
"What do you think?" Jim asked Brad.
Brad tried to think. He was still tripping. He couldn't concentrate. He gave up. "Why don't we let her?" he mumbled.
Angie looked at their faces. Who to choose. All looked eager. Who? "Take off your pants," she said.
"What?" Scott asked surprised.
Angie looked at him calmly. "Take off your pants. You're going to have to later anyway."
"Wow-ee!" Keith shouted.
Laughing, they pulled their pants off.
"Shorts, too?" Brad asked daringly.
"Shorts, too," Angie replied.
With more shouting and horseplay they pulled their shorts off. Angie stared at all the passion-hardened penises.
"Choose, choose," the boys began to chant.
Angie grabbed Jim's cock in her hand.
He leaned toward her, grinning. "I'm ready. I'm ready."
"Not yet," Angie said.
She went down the row of penises, holding each one in turn. When she touched Glen's, he held back. I don't think she's going to choose me, he thought. He closed his eyes and tried to control his eager penis. The touch of her hand burned into him.
Angie watched him control himself. "This one."
Surprised, Glen opened his eyes and stood there.
"Well, don't you want to?" she jeered softly.
"Crazy," he said. "I was thinking. Let's try something different."
"What?" she asked.
"I'll show you," Glen laid down on the bed beside her, turned her over on her stomach. He pushed his shaft against her anal opening. Her tight opening held. He pushed harder.
Frantically, Angie pleaded, "Glen, get off of me. It hurts."
"Give it a chance." Damn the hole, he thought. It wa so tight. He pushed harder, forcing his penis slowly inside her. Sweat poured from his brow and his penis felt racked.
The watching boys saw the tight brown ring strain open. The penis squeezed through, forcing its way in. They watched the length of it disappear into her anus.
Angie yelped like a bitch in heat. Her body flopped around under his, trying to escape. She felt his penis scrape all the way in her. Omigod! What would happen next? She could feel the huge length of it stretched in her intestine. The glans throbbed inside her. Palpitating with ejaculate. She felt all of it. All of it. She waited. He was still. The pain. It was gone. There was none. The penis filled her. It began to feel good.
"How is it?" Glen asked.
"Tight," Angie answered.
"Let's start slow," Glen said. The tight fit stimulated his cock beyond anything he had ever felt before. At his first thrust forward, he felt his desire rise. Slowly he pushed forward and pulled back. God, it began to feel good! So good. He began to get excited. He pulled back and up. Angie's tight anal ring cut painfully like an elastic band around his penis. She cried out painfully. He began to become inured to the pain. The pleasure was mounting. He started to fuck into her faster, deeper.
Angie's face twisted in pain. "Stop, Glen. For God's sake!" She bellowed like a stuck pig.
Glen paid no attention. He kept rocking and rolling in her. On and on. Angie's fright passed. She began to get used to the unnatural invasion. Even the pain began to feel normal. The fullness in her started sensual cravings. She began rocking her body back and forth, in his rhythm. Her groans became colored with delight.
Brad watched her tortured face; her rocking body. The hypnotic humping bodies. His penis began to burn feverishly. Oh, he couldn't stand it. He needed to cum. Quickly, he jumped up and shoved his penis into her open mouth. He didn't have far to go. He pushed it in and out rapidly, pushing hard down her throat.
Angie gasped at his unexpected attack. She lost track of her feelings. What was going on deep up in her ass. All she knew was she couldn't breathe. Her body humped along without her, instinctively. Still desiring. Still wanting to devour the penis. She tried to see who it was. Just his rotating hips were in view. Black pubic hair. Heavy, sperm-engorged balls hitting her chin. Colored lights danced in her brain. Muffled moans accompanied her undulations. Automatically, she began twirling her tongue around his glans, licking and sucking the penis. She knew it'd cum soon. It was so big. So hard.
The audience attention was divided between Brad at Angie's head, and Glen riding on her back. Their heads moved back and forth trying to keep track of both penises. Brad's face was in agony. His penis was contracting madly. Ready to cum. Glen's penis was still pulling in and out. They saw her ivory cheeks flatten every time he beat down on them. His heavy balls swung and slapped down against her pubic hair. They saw her buttocks push up to reach him. Their own balls were burning…
No one noticed the door open or saw Dr. Marlowe step in. There was too much noise with the stereo going full blast and Angie's, Brad's, and Glen's erotic moans and groans. No one heard him shout, "What the hell's going on here?"
Dr. Marlowe stepped closer to the group. He couldn't see well in the shadowy room. He stared at the writhing threesome. As soon as he recognized Angie, he turned white. He sputtered, at a loss for words. Remembering his wife was outside the door, he rushed back to stop her from coming in.
She was already in, just a foot or two, like difficult wives always are. Mrs. Marlowe stared bewildered around the dimly-lighted smoky room. At the twisting bodies.
The watching boys hurriedly jumped up and pulled their pants on. They grabbed their other bits of clothing in their hands and headed for a window. They could hear Mrs. Marlowe say, "What are they doing, Stuart? Dancing?"
Hastily, Dr. Marlowe spun her around and forcefully pulled her out of the room. He closed the door behind them. He pushed her down the hall.
He said urgently, "Run upstairs, Louise. I'll take care of this."
Mrs. Marlowe caught her husband's feeling of alarm. She worried about the incomprehensible scene she had just witnessed. She couldn't understand it.
"Was Angelica dancing?" she asked fretfully. "She should be resting."
"Go upstairs," he thundered. "Take a sleeping pill and go to bed."
Mrs. Marlowe became frightened of the serious look on his face. "Yes, Stuart, yes." She turned and ran toward the stairs.
Grimly Dr. Marlowe opened the door again. The stereo was still blasting and the room was a shambles but not a boy was in sight. He saw Angie's body still lying on the bed. A cool breeze flapped the curtains in and out of the open window.
He turned on a bright light and Angie's lust glazed eyes finally recognized him. "Daddy?" Her bloated features registered fear and shame.
He sat on the bed and carefully examined her. There were no physical injuries and her pulse was a little high, normal for her activity.
Tenderly he picked up her limp body and carried it to the bathroom. After bathing and drying her, he laid her in her bed and tucked her under the covers.
He pulled a chair over to her bed and sat down. All night he kept a constant vigilance. His eyes studied her charming, innocent childish face that looked so angelic in repose. How could a face like that take part in degrading acts? Why? So sex was the second major drive of man, second only to self-preservation. Why should Angie, so young — only fourteen — need to experience so much of sex at such an early age?
He recalled their conversation about sex. How oddly insistent she'd been, wanting answers. Especially about the meaning of sex. Poor child! If she'd only told him. Then he reflected that she had. Or tried to. Would he have told her if Louise had not interfered? He worried whether he would have done the right thing.