A Sensuous Teaser
by Rick Jannsen
(LLP-557)


CHAPTER ONE 

The Earth was clothed in winter silence, the silver birch trees completely 
iced over and shimmering in the moonlight, the little houses and farms 
dotted here and there in the valley were like picture postcards and the pine 
trees, swept low with snow, were still proud and majestic in their winter 
garments. Wintertime in New Hampshire brought to it a whole feeling of 
another era, the landscape so quiet and undisturbed. Undisturbed, except for 
the faint voices of a young couple skating at the far end of the lake. The 
night air was very still and their voices carried over the frozen silence of 
the lake. 

If you could have been a bird flying over the treetops you would have heard 
the soft but urgent voice of the young man. You would have noticed the youth 
anxiously pulling at the girl's hand, she in response reluctantly following 
him off the lake. Ah ... a few innocent kisses hidden by the night and the 
tall trees. 

In actual fact this was far from the truth, the scene was not at all as 
innocent and romantic as it appeared. 

Maggie Reynolds and Chuck Bradley were in fact in the middle of an argument, 
one that had been going on all morning long, late into the afternoon and 
evening. Their voices were quite hoarse from quarrelling and they were both 
exhausted but nonetheless they were both about to lose their tempers. The 
muscular young man had pretty much run out of patience, he had been going 
steady with Maggie for over a year now and was tired of waiting. He knew 
what he wanted, he wanted to fuck Maggie Reynolds and he wanted to fuck her 
right now. He was sick to death of heavy petting sessions that almost drove 
him out of his mind, tonight they'd go all the way or his name wasn't Chuck 
Bradley... 

"Oh cumm'on honey, why do you have to go running off to California to work? 
You could get a job at the Grand Lake Chalet, you know you could! We could 
spend the winter together and the pay would be good." 

As he was speaking Chuck began to unlace his skates and motioned for Maggie 
to do-likewise. Chuck had a definite plan in his mind, he knew that there 
was a little ski hut about a hundred yards into the forest. Tonight they'd 
go in there, yes sir! ... tonight he wouldn't take no for an answer. Chuck 
swept his eyes over Maggie, she certainly was gorgeous, innocence verging on 
the brink of womanhood. Her breasts stood out firmly against her tight 
sweater, revealing her taut little nipples. As she stood up, he reveled in 
her tantalizing firm round buttocks pressing against her tight pants. It was 
almost as if he had x-ray vision and he could see clean through her clothes 
to the soft virginal flesh beneath them. His loins ached with longing and he 
knew that his control was almost at an end. Holy Moses! How could a guy 
resist such a gorgeous chick. It was asking too much. 

"Oh Chuck, do we have to keep going over this," the exhausted red-head 
exclaimed. "I've already told you a hundred times, this is the chance of a 
lifetime."As she spoke she turned to Chuck, brushing him lightly with the 
tip of her breast causing the liquid fires within him to burst into flame. 
Desire flooded his body and he felt his cock begin to pulsate in urgent 
demands. I want to fuck her ... I want to fuck her ... I want ... 

"The Squaw Valley Ski Club sponsors somebody every year in the competitions 
leading to the Olympic eligibility tests," she said pensively. "I want so 
much to ski in the Olympics, don't you see Chuck this is a terrific 
opportunity for me. I can't help it ... I want to go to the Olympics, you 
know that. It's all I've dreamed of for years, how can you deny me this 
chance to fulfill my dreams?" 

Maggie knew that Chuck as really put out by her plans to go to California 
for the winter, he wanted her to stay here in New Hampshire and be with him. 
Well ... too bad, she thought. I'm not going to get stuck in this dump all 
my life, it may very well be beautiful but it's not going to get me anywhere 
and I really want to go places in my life ... be somebody ... get something 
out of life. Maggie took a quick scan of her body and was pleased at what 
she saw. She was gorgeous and she knew it, enough men had looked at her with 
lust in their eyes and in their cocks. She enjoyed seeing the slight bulge 
in their pants pulsating with desire for her. She had known for a long time 
how to get her way, how to hold her body so that her tits seem to jump right 
out of her clothing and say, touch me ... touch me. Oh yes, Maggie Reynolds 
was what was commonly known as a cock-tease and she was very good at it. 

In school she had driven all the boys wild, especially when she had been a 
cheerleader. Her specialty was to throw herself into the air and split her 
legs far apart, so far apart that her pussy almost seemed to pop right out 
of her tight little panties. Her breasts swung seductively in her tight 
sweater and her mouth in full abandonment, seeming to tantalize the male 
fans into thinking that her tongue was just about to snake its way down into 
their throats, firing thoughts of rape into their young minds. She had 
learned the art of walking with just enough sway to undulate her buttocks in 
a rhythm that sang ... fuck me ... fuck me ... feel my soft white body ... 
ah ... the young boys and men in the stands certainly cheered their guts out 
when she did her tricks. It made her feel good to know that not one of them 
went home with dry pants. When she looked at them she could almost taste 
their cum ... and with this in mind she kicked her legs even higher into the 
air until they could almost see the baby-soft skin of her upper thighs. Yes, 
Maggie Reynolds had a lot going for her. 

The highly talented girl in her senior year was the highest scoring athlete, 
male or female, and naturally the most sought after. It was in skiing that 
she excelled however, the grace of her form on the slopes convinced everyone 
that with work, Maggie Reynolds would make the Olympics. She had star 
quality. There was a way she had learned to ski on the slopes that almost 
made her look like a serpent, she almost seemed to coil and slither. Her 
highly seductive style had won her great favor with the male judges, 
fortunately for her there seemed to be more men than women on the judging 
committees over the past few years and she had won every competition in New 
Hampshire. She was definitely their Olympic hope. 

Maggie Reynolds had been going steady with Chuck Bradley since she was 
sixteen. She trusted Chuck and so she had allowed him to do some heavy 
petting with her, everything but actually doing it. Sometimes the longings 
in her cunt drove her wild and she had almost succumbed a couple of times, 
but had caught herself just in time. Maggie looked now at Chuck and saw that 
he was getting a hard-on from just looking at her and unconsciously she 
wriggled her buttocks, taking a good look this time at the crotch of his 
pants. Yes ... he certainly was getting a hard on, she could see the bulge 
in his pants throbbing in anticipation of release. 

"Cummon, Maggie," said Chuck suddenly, "lets go to the little hut along this 
path here, I'm getting cold and so are you. We can light a little fire in 
there and really sit down and talk about us and what we're going to do." 
With this Chuck pulled Maggie to her feet and started on down the path. 

After a few windings in the path they came to the little ski hut. Chuck knew 
where the key was so they quickly unlocked the door and went inside. It was 
so comfortable inside, a little bed, a couple of chairs and a nice big stone 
fireplace. Chuck had been a boy-scout and he soon had a nice blaze going in 
the fireplace. He pulled Maggie down beside him on the rug and held her 
tightly. 

"Now, Maggie what does all this mean. I still don't understand why you won't 
stay here in New Hampshire with me." Chuck casually put his hand on Maggie's 
thigh and felt a sudden tingle run up his arm and into his body. Oh he was 
on fire tonight, I'm just like this fire in the grate he thought. "You've 
made it this far Maggie without having to play up to anyone else, why 
now."As he said this Chuck began to bring his hand up the girl's thigh, he 
tugged at the zipper of her pants revealing her cute little nylon panties 
with "I love you" written across the front and he could almost see the mound 
of her gorgeous red pussy, the sweet little pussy she sometimes let him 
caress, the pussy he was now so hot to fuck he could have died. It wasn't 
fair for someone as sexy as Maggie to be so determined to stay a virgin 
until her wedding night. They had talked about it until he was blue in the 
face, well forget it tonight they weren't going to talk about it, this was 
his last chance and he wasn't going to blow it. Tonight he'd seduce this 
sexy bitch, tonight he just had to fuck her. 

Chuck knew from their year of petting that Maggie would let him do a lot of 
things. Christ! A couple of times she'd gotten so carried away, she'd almost 
lost control. Now tonight if only he could push her just a little bit beyond 
... Oh God! he could hardly wait, he felt his cock jumping in his pants. 

"The Squaw Valley Ski Club is the perfect place for me to get backers," 
Maggie said convincingly. She really did feel a little sorry for poor Chuck, 
after all she understood how much he needed her and she'd be thousands of 
miles away in California. "Don't worry Chuck, I'll only be gone for the 
winter, I'll be back in late springtime." Maggie's words didn't seem to 
convince Chuck, his face was still a picture of glumness. Maggie reflected 
on the fact that actually it was not her intention to come back to New 

Hampshire at all, she really hoped she could get a scholarship to a good 
college and if that didn't work then the professional ski circuit. 

Chuck somehow knew that Maggie wasn't being honest with him. It had been 
that way for a while, he sensed that in some ways she was stringing him 
along. When they first met she'd seemed to be fiercely independent, 
something had changed, now she seemed to be always talking about financial 
backing and coaches, the whole professional bit. Ambitious, that was it, she 
was really ambitious. Well ambitious or not, I'm going to fuck this 
cock-teasing bitch tonight thought Chuck, it's tonight or never. I must keep 
trying, yes sir! I'll keep trying... 

The pretty red-headed girl felt trapped. She wanted to leave but at the same 
time she was really crazy about her handsome, muscular young man. She also 
knew that if she didn't calm him down they were going to get into a big 
quarrel tonight and she didn't want that. Maggie knew that the best way to 
relieve Chuck's depression was to pet with him, she'd really get him hot 
tonight, that would cheer him up. 

Maggie turned and looked long and hard at Chuck, it was a look that he knew. 
I want to feel your body next to mine, her eyes said. I want to feel your 
long finger snaking its way deep up inside my legs setting me on fire, her 
mouth said. I want to feel you soft warm mouth on my nipples sucking them 
into hardness, her whole body said. By this time Chuck's eyes were swimming 
and he could hardly see he was so overwhelmed by the rush of sudden desire 
for Maggie, he hardly heard her words he just felt the fire bursting through 
his young body. 

"So don't fret Chuck, I'll only be gone a few months, it's not forever-I'll 
be faithful to you, I promise." Maggie proceeded to take off her pants and 
as she stood there in her darling little panties she thought of all the 
possibilities that might happen in California. Her head began to swim with 
fantasy and she almost got carried away but then ... she didn't want to lose 
Chuck, he was such a darling and all the other girls wanted him. She knew 
that there would be plenty of girls eager, ready and willing to take her 
place. No ... she wanted to hold on to Chuck... 

Chuck held her closely with his left arm while his right hand started to 
travel slowly up her white, soft skin, up inside her inner thigh now his 
hand stayed and gently stroked her. Maggie felt secure and safe in his arms, 
they had done this many times before. She opened her mouth to receive the 
soft snaky tongue as deeply inside her as possible and with a low moan they 
both sunk onto the rug ... this was a signal to Chuck that the heavy petting 
could begin. 

They lay together in the flickering firelight and as their tongues danced 
together in snaky silence, Chucks finger slipped farther up the softness of 
his young girlfriend's inner thigh, his extended middle finger finding the 
moist warmth dampening the narrow crotch band of her nylon panties. Maggie's 
body began to arch in excited ripples causing Chuck to think that he might 
possibly really get what he wanted for so long. He stroked his finger 
lightly back and forth in the narrow valley of her pussy through the nylon, 
feeling the rising bud of her clitoris already quivering into life. The 
pretty young redhead was now writhing under his touch, her full ripe breasts 
pressing warmly into his chest as he continued kissing her. He rolled his 
weight slightly farther over hers, grasping with his free hand at the 
resilient mound of her right breast, bringing a groan from deep in her 
gasping throat. 

So far the handsome young couple were doing pretty much what they had always 
done together. Chuck knew from past experience that Maggie would let him do 
anything he wanted with her body so long as he didn't actually try to put 
his long hardened penis inside her virginal cunt. Tonight, however, he was 
going to bust his balls in the old college try. His desire-thickened shaft 
was fully erect inside his shorts, and when her hand moved down to stroke 
its throbbing hardness through his trousers, he felt as though his balls 
were going to explode. 

Holy Moses, she's hot stuff tonight, Chuck muttered to himself, catching her 
hand straying over his cock. Maybe I'll get to fuck her. 

Eager to have her expert fingers fondle the sensitive skin of his 
sperm-bloated testicles, the young man quickly unzipped his fly and lifted 
the hair-covered sac out of his confining jockey shorts. His pulsating rod 
of flesh stood out from his open pants like an obscene flagpole with his 
lust hoisted high for all to see. Removing his own hand, he let out a 
heartfelt sigh of ecstasy as her warm fingers closed lovingly around the 
rock-hard shaft of his penis. He could have cum right then from the 
exhilarating sensations coursing through his lewdly exposed loins, but he 
wanted to fuck his girlfriend this time if at all possible-he didn't want 
her to jerk him off as she had so many times before in the year they had 
been going together. 

Now that she had her hand on his throbbing cock, her fingertips tickling 
maddeningly at his heavy balls beneath, he groaned out load over her and 
pushed both his hands up under the sweater she was wearing. Maggie had soft 
skin, just like a kitten but at the same time it was firm and taut and Chuck 
appreciatively slipped his hands all the way up to the ripely billowing 
mounds of her breasts flattened against her chest under his weight. He 
hungrily kneaded and squeezed at the supple firmness, tweaking his 
fingertips at her quivering little nipples until they stood firmly erect 
like proud but tender little flowers. 

"Ohhh baby, that feels so good," he gasped into her open mouth as she 
suddenly grasped both his swollen testicles in her curled fingers. He 
clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming all over her 
clothes, and still holding onto her breasts with both hands, he rolled over 
onto his side on the ground. This gave her greater freedom to stroke his 
pounding cock, and Maggie wrapped her fingers around the blood-engorged 
shaft again, slipping the loose outer skin lewdly up and down, teasing 
gently around the turgid tip-end with her fingernails. 

Maggie loved the feel of his heated rod of flesh, and sometimes she really 
wanted him to put it up in the aching hotness of her vagina and fulfill the 
need she had always known there. But she wanted to be a virgin when she 
married, she wanted that triumph, that moment of glory when she gave herself 
purely to the man of her choice. Yes, whether she married Chuck or somebody 
else didn't matter what mattered was that she played the game by the rules. 
She knew that was a sure way to win and she wanted to win at every kind of 
game-including life. 

Chuck edged his hand underneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties 
and her soft round belly quivered in excitement as Chuck's hand caressed her 
yielding nipples and stroked her lascivious thighs. She murmured softly into 
his mouth her tongue probing deeper and deeper as his hand trailed through 
the soft satiny curls of her pubic hair, moving slowly and seductively 
toward the slit of her moistly throbbing pussy. Finally she felt his middle 
fingertip come into electrifying contact with her eagerly pulsing little 
clitoris, and she released another guttural sigh up into his open mouth. 
Slowly backwards and forwards they rolled, softly her buttocks eased into 
the rug and her body felt the heat from the fireplace sparking her own, 
already electrified body, into readiness. 

Chuck was having a really difficult time holding back, he felt his semen 
boiling hysterically and yet he wanted to slow down ... this time he wanted 
to fuck this hot little redhead and he didn't want to blow it ... easy does 
it boy, he muttered to himself. Don't scare her off now ... go slowly... 

"Oh honey, can I lie on top of you, I just can't wait to feel your gorgeous 
body under mine," he asked her in excitedly quivering tones. Maggie replied 
by starting to pull her panties halfway down her satin-smooth body. Then he 
rolled onto her, the stiff rigidity of his cock pressing down into her soft 
little belly. After so much practice together, she was still able to cup his 
balls in her curved hand, and he could ready her wetly parted virginal lips 
with his fingers. In this way they stroked and fondled each other's 
genitals, softly groaning in unison as their young bodies rocked and heaved 
together. Maggie was going out of her mind she could feel the throbbing 
warmth of Chuck's penis against her naked belly and his wonderful fingers 
giving her clitoris the most lustful satisfaction, in no time at all her 
loins were vibrating with desire ... desire to climax ... to feel herself 
explode into a million thrilling sensations. 

"Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded with him, bringing her hips up to meet 
him, bucking her yearning loins up against his teasing hand. 

Then her young lover inserted just the end of his middle finger inside the 
moist hot sheath of her pussy, letting his bent index finger remain in 
contact with her throbbing clitoral bud. At the same time, he stroked his 
thickly pulsating cock back and forth on the smooth warm skin of her belly, 
feeling her reaching the point of abandon which always sent white-hot 
sensations shooting through his testicles. The tender fleshy mounds of 
Maggie's breasts heaved lewdly up against his chest, and she was now gasping 
for breath in her rising passion. 

Chuck knew he couldn't hold back much longer, the way Maggie was milking at 
his balls with her fingers, and he suddenly made the decision. His 
inexperienced and twisting girlfriend would be totally off guard and he just 
might get his cock in before she knew what was happening. It had been a long 
time since he had tried to go beyond their agreed limits. But now she seemed 
excited enough to go along with him. 

He snaked his tongue into her ear and whispered. 

"Baby doll, rub it around outside your pussy, please? God, you're driving me 
crazy!" 

The young redhead held back, she was scared, she knew how much they both 
wanted to go ahead and if they did that it would be hard to pull back. But 
then they'd always resisted the intense temptation before, why not now? And 
... ohhhhhh ... it felt so good when Chuck did that. She also felt her body 
spring into excitement at the word pussy. She was such a well brought up 
girl, she wasn't used to hearing those kinds of words and it still thrilled 
her to hear them. She felt like Eve wanting The forbidden fruit. Of course 
she was already tasting some of the fruit now, letting Chuck touch her in 
this way... 

Wrapping her fingers around Chuck's throbbing penis, Maggie ground her 
buttocks away from him and guided the rock-hard shaft down until its huge 
bulbous tip came into burning contact with the entrance to her hungering 
cunt. She rubbed the cock head back and forth, lubricating it from the 
seminal fluids now flowing freely from him. She rubbed it back and forth in 
her narrow pussy slit, massaging her quivering clitoris while she gently 
continued stroking her hand up and down his pulsating shaft. The young girl 
knew she had to be careful. Once she had gotten carried away with Chuck and 
he had ejaculated his hot cum dangerously close to the mouth of her vagina. 
Her red-hot pubic hairs had been soaked with the thick white cum and it 
seemed to her a miracle that she had not gotten pregnant. 

The little pleasure bud of her clitoris ached with desire now as the soft 
velvety tip of her boy friends penis pressed against it. Her thighs trembled 
with excitement as she mounted the climax of her cumming. Any minute now, if 
only he could hold for just a minute she would make it. 

Chuck could tell Maggie was nearing the point of climax from her moaning and 
writhing as she rubbed his nearly bursting cock against her hot moist cunt. 
In the past when she was so close to cumming, she had occasionally pushed 
his rock-hard penis slightly up into the expanding furrow of her vagina. 
Obviously she wanted his hardness to enter her eager cunt as much as he did, 
but her conscience would not allow her to forget her inhibitions and fears 
and let him in. 

The muscular young athlete waited until his red-head girl friend was gasping 
out her first groans of ecstatic pleasure and then he made his move. Arching 
his back up and away from her he aimed his painfully throbbing cock at the 
tiny clasping entrance to her churning pussy, and, with a sudden forward 
jerk, he drove it up into the wetness of her up-thrusting loins. 

As Maggie realized what her boyfriend was doing, she tried to squirm out 
from under him, but the turgid head of his penis was already firmly lodged 
inside her tender cuntal orifice. 

"No, no!" she pleaded, as she felt the excruciating outward pressure inside 
her narrow virginal opening. 

Chuck only grunted in answer and continued his relentless forward thrust, 
feeling the untried walls of Maggie's pussy slowly giving way. The tight hot 
resistance around his swollen shaft sent waves of exquisite pleasure rushing 
through his body, and he knew that if he could only push his cock all the 
way into the wetness of her moist warm cunt, he would explode immediately. 
It wouldn't be the loving tender fuck he had always dreamed of with his girl 
friend, but cumming inside that warm wet sheath of flesh would be enough for 
the time being. Once he had fucked into her, she would not be so hard to 
persuade the next time. 

"Chuck! You can't, you just can't!" Maggie was groaning up at him, fighting 
down her own, almost irresistible impulse to let him go ahead and put his 
penis in her-right up to the hilt. She was jerking her buttocks back and 
forth on the floor as she tried in vain to escape the persistent intrusion, 
inadvertently causing Chuck even more lewdly exciting pleasure. So far, only 
the bulbous tip-end of his penis had entered her tight little vagina, but 
she wriggled beneath him like a helplessly impaled butterfly pinned to a 
board. Then, in a last desperate attempt to preserve her closely guarded 
maidenhead, the eighteen year old virgin grasped the cum-bloated warmth of 
his testicles in both hands and feverishly began to milk them. She knew that 
this would make her boyfriend climax, and she hoped and prayed that he would 
cum before his hard penis tore its way through her hymen and her precious 
innocence was gone forever. 

"Ooooooh, God!" he suddenly moaned above her. "You--you're making me cum, 
honey. Ohhhhh!" 

Chuck bit the inside of his cheeks until they were bleeding to try to hold 
back, but it was too late. Already he could feel the powerful surge of semen 
boiling up out of his testicles and then it was spurting endlessly into the 
narrow hot mouth of her cunt. The young boy shoved desperately forward with 
all his strength as he made a last stab at getting all the way into the 
inviting softness of her pussy, but somehow she managed to hold him off by 
pulling down hard on his exploding balls. 

Maggie felt the hot sticky liquid spewing into her cunt and then flooding 
aback out again around his jerking penis to drip wetly down the insides of 
her thighs. She wanted more than anything else in the world to cum with him, 
but she knew if she let herself go that he would thrust forward into the 
inner depths of her vagina and she would have nothing left to give her 
husband when she got married. And if she should get pregnant, her whole 
future as an Olympic skier would be ruined. 

After what had seemed an eternity, Chuck gasped above her, his full virile 
load of semen depleted, as his body collapsed down on top of hers. His 
slowly deflated cock lost its purchase in the tightness of her semen-soaked 
vaginal mouth and slipped out to lie useless between her softly quivering 
thighs. 

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. Chuck had been so tantalizing close to 
entering her that she had almost lost control, and now she released his 
testicles and began to massage her clitoris, hoping to complete the orgasm 
she had wanted so much. 

The slightly stretched opening to her vagina felt the pressure of his penis 
as though it were still lodged inside, and it was only a moment before she, 
too, gasped and twisted beneath her boyfriend's limp body. Her trembling 
thighs clenched in desperation around his limp penis and she bucked up and 
down under him as the delicious waves of sensation burned like hot 
firebrands throughout her jangled nerve endings. 

"Ohhh, honey! Ohhhh, I'm dimming, honey. Squeeze my breasts-suck my tits 
honey!" she begged out in blissful agony. 

Chuck was still exhausted from the strain of his orgasm and tried to do as 
Maggie begged, he found himself unable to do anything more than to cup his 
trembling hands on her breasts and lightly stroke them, feeling the 
tantalizing little pink buds spring to life in his fingers. 

Then, she came, she released, gasping for breath and clutching Chuck's body 
as she reeled and swayed with the ecstasy she felt in her body. Chuck felt 
her breasts rise and fall and looked up to see Maggie's tongue curling 
itself around her lips waiting to purr into his ear in the way she always 
did after she had cum. Great, he thought, she doesn't seem mad or anything 
and I almost did fuck her. Still I am going to tell her once and for all how 
I feel. 

"You're still nothing but a fucking prick-tease," he leered at her. He 
deliberately moved away from her still writhing body, "Someday baby you'll 
get fucked and it won't be from somebody kind and gentle like me, it'll be 
from some guy who'll fuck you no matter what. He'll just ram you up against 
a wall and fuck the daylights out of you. He won't listen to your tears and 
stupid principles, hell just laugh at you." 

Maggie could hardly believe her ears, Chuck had never spoken to her like 
that before, his attitude had totally changed. This was what her mother 
meant when she said that men lost all respect for a girl after they'd fucked 
her, well certainly Chuck Bradley was indicating that this was so, she was 
humiliated. 

"How dare you talk to me that way Chuck Bradley, don't you ever dare speak 
to me this way again." she sputtered. 

"Shut your mouth you little bitch." he snapped back. "And listen to this. 
Tomorrow you're going away and you're probably going to drive a dozen other 
guys clean out of their mind with your cock-teasing way. But let me tell you 
something, if you ever hope to come back to me, you'd better be prepared to 
go all the way and if I find out you fucked another guy I'll tell everyone 
we know about it. Baby, that's a big bad world out there and if you are 
really serious about making the Olympics you're gonna meet a lot of guys and 
they aren't all gonna be as nice as me." 

Maggie stared in amazement as Chuck got up and put on his clothes, she was 
stunned by the violence of his emotions. She noticed that his cock still had 
a slight erection and she wondered if she should appease his mood and jerk 
him off, she'd done it enough times to know it worked. But this time he was 
acting so weird so she didn't know what to do. She was so glad she was 
leaving tomorrow, really she hadn't wanted a scene and it was too bad he had 
talked to her this way, he'd be sorry that's for sure. 

Against her wishes Maggie felt the tears start up in her eyes and she fought 
to hold them back, she certainly didn't want Chuck to see how much his words 
had hurt her. She searched her purse for a Kleenex and dried her tears at 
the same time cleaning off the sticky white semen from her inner thighs. She 
was silent, then she too got up and faced him. 

"Chuck Bradley you just listen..." She was interrupted by Chuck who started 
to go off on a tirade but Maggie interrupted him. "Thank your lucky stars 
Chuck that you didn't get what you wanted tonight, cus if you had we'd both 
be in trouble now. You should be grateful to me that I have so much strength 
of character. You finally showed your true colors at last and I'm glad 
because when I come back to this town I'll have graduated from guys like 
you-I'll be on my way to fame and success and a small time creep like you 
would just hold me back." 

For a long time Chuck had suspected that Maggie had a terrific ambition to 
make it in the world but he never knew it was this intense. She was driven 
way beyond where he had thought she was with her dreams. His mouth dropped 
open in amazement as she continued... 

"You think you can get somewhere skiing in this rinky-dink tin pot chalet 
town, well let me tell you something. If you had half a brain you'd see for 
yourself that this place is buried and maybe that's what you want but it 
certainly isn't what I have in mind. I'll step on anyone I can to get to the 
top, believe me." 

Chuck could hardly believe his eyes. Half an hour earlier she had been a 
gorgeous red-head lying in his arms and now she was an ugly demoness, 
flailing her arms and contorting her face by the violence of her emotions. 
He could hardly believe it. 

"Oh, I get it now," Chuck yelled back. "You didn't fuck me because I wasn't 
important enough. Now if I had been someone who could get you into the 
Olympic preliminaries you'd be in my pants in a minute just begging to suck 
my big fat cock and plunge it into your tight virginal, prissy little pussy. 
Well, baby, let me tell you something, they have a name for girls like 
that." 

Not even waiting for a reply to his out lash, Chuck turned on his heels and 
left the ski hut. Damn it she could make her way back across the lake alone, 
he was done with that ... with that ... damn ... she was a cheap little 
whore, that's what she was. If Maggie had heard those words she would never 
have been able to erase them from her mind. 

"Cheap whore!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Squaw Valley Ski Club in the Sierra Mountains was a comfortable, yet 
elegant, old house that had been converted into a private club in the late 
forties. It had been owned since the turn of the century by one of the 
Railroad Barons, he and his family spending the Winter season there. 
However, Europe had become the fashionable place to ski and after a while 
the house lay empty. Eventually the house was put up for sale and the 
present owners purchased it with the intention of creating a private, 
exclusive club for winter sports and this they had done. The interior was 
lush, great stone fireplaces in every room, blazing day and night, deep 
velvet couches of extreme comfort. An indoor swimming pool, surrounded by 
enormous windows so that you could swim and see the skaters on the private 
lake. A paradise of comfort and luxury, a place to relax and enjoy after a 
day on the slopes. The chic new rich of the present generation came in 
droves and they paid a small fortune for the privilege of staying there. 

The bar was the most social place in the hotel and was generally overstuffed 
at the seams. It was a little early however and only a few people were at 
the bar and a couple at a table. At least three out of the five people in 
the bar looked as if they had been there all night long and were nursing 
their hangovers with bloody Marys and screwdrivers. The room was definitely 
not vibrant and alive. However, the moment Maggie Reynolds walked into the 
room the atmosphere changed, it was as if a bolt of electricity had charged 
the entire bar. She was followed by Vince Lombridge, the owner of the hotel. 
Maggie wore a silk knit dress that clung to her body in all the right 
places, revealing the line of her little panties and her taut, tantalizing 
nipples. At least one of the drunks had an interested gleam in his eye and 
the bartender was so excited at the sight of her that he missed the glass he 
was pouring a double scotch into and it ended up all over the floor! Quite a 
start to her career at the club! Her red hair seemed even more vibrant and 
alive this morning cascading over her shoulders and resting lightly upon her 
voluptuous breasts. As she walked into the room she wriggled her cute little 
ass back and forth in tantalizing motions. 

The owner of the club could barely take his eyes off the seductive young 
girl in front of him, her amply-fleshed hips seemed to hypnotize him. He 
appeared to be in a dream state but in actual fact he was not, his entire 
concentration was upon Maggie's buttocks and thighs. Without realizing what 
he was doing the older man licked his lips as if he were somehow tasting her 
flesh. As she sat on the bar stool, Maggie crossed her legs revealing just a 
brief glimpse of the tender smooth skin of her thigh right at the lacy edge 
of her s-liken panties and as he saw this, Vince Lombridge felt the fire 
being lit in his loins and the familiar ache begin to rise in his body. He 
controlled his thoughts however not wanting the girl, yet, to read his 
lascivious mind. 

"Well young lady, what would you like to drink?" the older man inquired 
solicitously. 

"Oh, just a little tomato juice, thank you," Maggie answered in innocent 
tones. 

"How about a little vodka in it?" 

"Oh no ... thanks anyway, you see I don't drink, I'm really aware of keeping 
my body in shape, I am in training you know!" the young girl answered 
primly. 

"Of course, that's fine my dear, just as you wish. Although I must say I've 
been drinking for years and I'm as fit as a fiddle even though my wife 
thought to the contrary." Lombridge gave Maggie a lewd wink which she 
interpreted as knowing but later on changed her mind. Lombridge decided that 
he had better take it easy, he was already aware that he was more than 
interested in this little piece of goods and he didn't want to scare her 
off. He would go easy ... very easy... 

"Jack, this is Miss Reynolds, our new skiing coach for the winter," 
Lombridge told the bartender, as he waited for them to give their order. 
"Jack makes the best marguerites this side of the Rio Grande, Miss Reynolds. 
Plain tomato juice for the young lady, Jack and the usual for me." 

"Coming right up sir. Welcome to the Club Miss Reynolds." 

"Why, thank you." Maggie replied impressed by the elegant manners of the 
bartender, she noticed he was rather attractive even though in his early 
fifties. She glanced around the room and was again thrilled at the opulence 
of the room, this room all the rooms in the Club were extremely elegant, it 
made her feel very important to be the ski coach. She looked out through an 
enormous window to the slopes and felt a thrill run up and down her spine 
when she thought of the upcoming Olympic entrance race. She wanted to be in 
tip top condition for that. 

"What do you think Maggie, will you like it here, have you seen enough to 
convince you to stay?" the club owner asked. 

"I certainly have Mr. Lombridge," Maggie answered him with an appealing 
smile, her red hair flying through the air as she flipped her head around to 
answer him. "I am overwhelmed frankly at the luxury here, it's much more 
than I ever dreamed of. My room is so elegant and luxurious, I'm truly happy 
to be here. Thank you so much for hiring me." 

"Well my dear you came to us highly recommended. My friend Harry from the 
New England Ski Association convinced me you were Olympic material and the 
girl for the job. And just between you and me," Mr. Lombridge dropped his 
voice and anxiously looked around the room. "Confidentially Miss Reynolds 
this Club has never produced an Olympic Ski champion and this year we want 
to do just that. We hired you because Harry said you were hot for the 
Olympics and I can tell you I look forward to the name of this club having 
the honor of presenting you." 

Maggie was out of her mind with excitement at Mr. Lombridge's words and 
could barely control herself. Crips, she had just arrived at the club and 
already the owner was talking to her about a possible sponsorship. 

"From my information Miss Reynolds you are definitely Olympic champion 
material. Are you interested in going on into a professional or amateur 
career as a skier?" The older man penetrated the red-head's deep green eyes 
with a look of expectation. 

"It's the only thing I've ever wanted Mr. Lombridge, to ski in the Olympics, 
I'll do anything for that opportunity believe me." 

"That's just great Miss Reynolds ... just great! Of course that means we 
have a lot of work ahead of us this winter, and you of course have the most 
work to do. I'm afraid you've got to not only prove yourself to the 
selection committee but you'll have to butter up a few old codgers as 
well-win them over to your side, you know what I mean, charm them. You know 
success in this world doesn't only depend on talent, you have to learn how 
to please a few people along the way, you ll be finding that out soon 
enough." 

"I quite understand, Mr. Lombridge, really I do, as I told you a little 
earlier, I'll do anything for the chance to compete ... anything." 

For a moment a different kind of look flashed across Vince Lombridge's face 
as he grasped the implications of her remark. However, he quickly assumed 
his business-like manner again. 

"Good ... Good my dear. I give you a toast, to success!" The club owner 
lifted his glass and finished the rest of his drink. "Now it's time for me 
to introduce you to my son Tod. He's here learning the ropes of running a 
club, hell inherit this place someday so he'd better know how to run it." 

Maggie and Mr. Lombridge found Tod in the poolroom and he greeted his father 
and the vivacious red-head warmly. 

"I leave you to my son, Maggie," Vince Lombridge said. "I must warn you 
however, my son has quite a reputation with the ladies, quite a Romeo he is. 
You'll have to watch him very carefully, all the time." 

Maggie smiled knowingly at the older man as he walked away and turned to 
take a really good look at the younger one. He really was quite a hunk of 
manhood. Extremely tall, she thought probably around six feet two, blonde 
wavy hair that curled attractively onto his face and vivid ice blue eyes. He 
was wearing a jersey open necked shirt and she noticed his taut muscular 
body and manly chest. As he took her hand to shake it she instinctively felt 
that he was thinking about kissing her. She lowered her gaze thinking to 
herself that it was going to be a very interesting winter ski season. 

"My father surely picked a winner this time, his taste is always good but I 
think he's really excelled himself with you. Welcome to the club Miss 
Reynolds, you certainly are a beautiful young lady." The owner's son was 
quite openly appraising Maggie Reynolds gorgeous young body as he spoke, his 
gaze was so penetrating and he looked for so long that Maggie began to find 
herself squirming under his gaze. She couldn't help feeling that he looked 
very lecherous. 

Somehow when he welcomed her to the club it sounded different. She couldn't 
help wondering if he was being suggestive. No, no, she thought to herself, 
couldn't possibly be. 

"Okay Maggie, let me give you a quick tour of the place and then I'll have 
to get back here. I play a round of pool with some of the skiers when they 

Return from the slopes. They like to get in a little pool, a little lunch 
and back onto the slopes again. He took her arm gently and led her through 
an archway which led into an enormous ballroom. 

"Oh, by the way, did my father tell you that we'd like you to mix with the 
club members, we like to keep everything friendly and flowing here, makes 
everyone feel more at home. This is home to lots of people as it is." 

Tod Lombridge suddenly stopped and turned to Maggie, startling her as she 
looked into his eyes and making her heart miss a beat. 

"I'm going to kiss you," Tod said impulsively and without warning pulled the 
young red-head towards him and covered her surprised mouth with his moist 
warm lips. Maggie was so amazed that she didn't resist and found herself 
yielding to his insistent kiss. Her eyes fluttered as he snaked his tongue 
softly in between her yielding lips. It was so exciting to be kissed by a 
man she'd only just met, strange and exciting and she felt her body release 
into his, and she had to work very hard at not throwing her arms around his 
neck. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and Tod took every 
opportunity to explore his new toy. At first the girl was timid in her 
responses to him but after a while she fully opened her mouth and his tongue 
snaked its way into it's hot cavern and explored the soft, sensuous 
sensations emitting from her. Maggie found herself struggling for breath, 
she was aware of Tod breathing heavily into her at the same time pinning her 
so closely into his body that she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. 
Maggie wasn't at all sure that she wanted to escape either. Finally, after 
what seemed an eternity, Tod pushed her away from him and looked deep into 
her startled green eyes. 

"Ummmm ... young lady, I find you most attractive," he smiled in 
satisfaction. "Let's get to know each other better, a lot better. Okay?"As 
he spoke Tod passed his tongue over his lips in a lewd, sensual gesture. 

"Well ... yes, of course, I like you too Tod," Maggie could hardly contain 
the shivers of excitement that were running up and down her spine. 

"How about dinner tonight? We have an excellent band here every evening so 
we could dance a little, eat a little and then maybe tour the grounds by 
moonlight." 

The vivacious young red-head hesitated before she accepted the invitation, 
after all she had only just met him but she was more than attracted to him 
and didn't want to put him off. Also he was the son of the owner of the 
club, she did need the job and she really did want the Olympics. These 
thoughts all ran through her head in a few seconds and then she decided, 
what the heck she'd plunge in anyway. "I'd just love that Tod, really I 
would!" 

"Great! Then I'll pick you up at your room at seven o'clock." 

From then on everything seemed to go as if they were in a whirlwind. Tod 
introduced her to all the staff members, showed her all the facilities of 
the club and then deposited her back in the main lobby with a definite look 
of anticipation in his eyes as he left her. 

It was a perfect evening for romance, the setting couldn't have been more 
appropriate if it had been a Hollywood movie. They dined on a candlelit 
terrace overlooking the frozen lake and with a spectacular view of the 
slopes, glowing a rosy pink in the setting sun. They were waited on hand and 
foot and between course they danced to the soft, seductive music of the 
band. Slow waltzes in which Tod almost crushed her he held her so tightly 
and fast exciting cha cha's. They were very heated and very excited. Part of 
the reason for Maggie was that she just wasn't used to drinking but Tod had 
been so persuasive she had allowed herself to drink wine with dinner, and 
liquors with coffee. Maggie was more than a little dizzy from all the 
alcohol. Finally Tod whispered that he couldn't stand it any longer and 
wanted to go for a walk and so Maggie retired to the powder room, tidied 
herself up and wondered pensively if Tod was a gentleman ... I do hope so 
she said wistfully ... although he is so attractive... 

Outside the night air was cool, the moon was just beginning to rise and the 
whole valley looked like fairyland. They had walked a little distance from 
the club when Tod spoke. 

My father has a little cottage just beyond that grove of trees over there. 
It's quaint and I'd like to show it to you. I've a key of my own and can go 
over there anytime I want to and tonight is a good time because father's 
playing poker with some cronies of his. They meet once a week and win and 
lose minor fortunes to each other, they've been doing it for years. Anyway, 
its warm and cozy, we can have another drink and listen to some music, I'm 
sure you'd love it." 

Maggie could hardly believe all the things that had happened to her since 
she left her quiet country home. Mixing with a whole new class of people 
really suited her. The cottage certainly suited her thirst for luxury, it 
was small but very exquisite, oriental rugs and tapestries everywhere. 

"What do you think is through these doors, Maggie," and with a grand gesture 
Tod threw open the double doors to reveal the most darling little kidney 
shaped swimming pool. It was surrounded by glass on three sides so that one 
had the impression of being out of doors, and it was very warm. 

"But I haven't got a swimsuit," Maggie said nervously ... nor am I wearing 
anything but a thin pair of panties under my dress, she thought. 

Before she knew what was happening however, Tod had stripped and was 
standing naked at the edge of the pool. He looked so spectacular standing 
there, lit only by the tiny rays of moonlight spraying into the room that 
Maggie caught her breath. As he turned and dove into the pool she couldn't 
help but notice what beautiful buttocks he had, so round and firm. 

"Come on in Maggie, it's so refreshing," he shouted to her as he threw a 
ball up from the water. 

Maggie caught the ball and felt an irresistible urge to join him in the 
water ... why not, she thought ... after all a swim in the moonlight is 
perfectly harmless and the naked body is the way God made it ... why not. 

"Close your eyes Tod, I'll take off my clothes if you promise not to watch." 
the red-head said anxiously. 

"Oh come on, don't be silly, leave your underwear on if it makes you feel 
any better." 

Maggie stripped to her panties very quickly and was in the water before Tod 
could get a really good look at her. For a split second she poised on the 
edge of the pool with nothing on but a pair of scanty white bikini pants and 
then she plunged into the water. 

Even though Tod only caught sight of her body as she flashed into the pool, 
he saw enough to make shivers of excitement run through his entire body. He 
knew she was gorgeous but he hadn't expected her to be quite so shapely. He 
noticed her breasts were full but very taut and up-thrust as if waiting for 
his mouth to caress them, her hips were rounded and extremely sensual and 
her waist nipped in like a little bud. Her limbs were long and slender and 
her flaming red-head streamed' behind her as she dived into the water. Now 
all he had to do was to remove that little triangle of whiteness to see ... 
at this Tod felt his penis erect under the water and his testicles warm with 
pleasure, yes he had to fuck this girl tonight or his name wasn't Tod 
Lombridge. No woman had ever been able to resist him and this one wasn't 
going to either. He felt the thick shaft of his penis between his fingers 
and caressed it for good luck ... Yes, this little bud by the name of Maggie 
Reynolds would be added to the list of his conquests by the time the night 
was over. 

Maggie played in the water, totally relaxing her body so that she swam like 
a mermaid, she rolled and flipped over and over. Every time she flipped over 
Tod caught his breath at the sight of her gorgeous, almost naked body, 
gleaming in the moonlight. He knew for sure he had to fuck this new member 
of the club before anyone else got to her, especially his father. It still 
was a source of amzement to Tod that his father, a man in his forties, could 
get as many women as he himself could. He knew his father would be making a 
play for the red-head as soon as he could. His father and all his lecherous 
old cronies were probably taking bets that very night as to who could get 
into her panties first. 

Maggie found herself tiring after a while and swam to the edge of the pool, 
she looked around for her clothes but couldn't find them and in a panic she 
swam around the edge of the pool searching for the bunch of clothes she had 
left there only minutes before. Finally she looked up and saw a lecherous 
smile on Tod's face and knew that he had taken them. 

"W-what have you done with my clothes, Tod?" the girl asked timidly noticing 
at the same time that she was beginning to shiver. She looked up at Tod's 
face and was frightening by his expression, he looked quite cruel standing 
there as if he wouldn't have any mercy. 

"I don't want you to get dressed yet Maggie, come on out of the pool and 
have a drink." His voice sounded more like a command than a request. "Come 
on, Maggie. You won't be cold, I'll warm you up, believe me." 

The naked red-head rose out of the pool trying to cover her breasts with her 
arms as much as possible and trying not to look at Tod's semi-erect penis 
rising steadily before her eyes. She had only seen Chuck's penis before and 
compared to this one, it was junior league. Tod Lombridge had a shaft so 
long and thick that Maggie wondered how any woman could take it up inside of 
her without it splitting her apart. 

"Tod, I want my clothes back now, please," Maggie pleaded. "Give me my dress 
back now, I want to return to the club house." There was desperation in her 
voice but Tod Lombridge appeared not to notice. Maggie was very afraid, she 
knew she could probably run much faster than 

Tod, that was if she could even find her way out of the cottage, but .what 
would everyone think at the club house if she arrived naked and breathless 
... why she'd be fired on the spot. 

At the thought of being fired Maggie realized that her chance for the 
Olympics was on the line also. She didn't want to lose the opportunity she 
wanted so much. It was obvious to her now what Tod Lombridge wanted ... he 
wanted the same thing that Chuck Bradley had wanted and she had been able to 
hold him back ... why not Tod too. 

"Oh come on, come on, take a drink with me," said Tod enticingly. "I won't 
bite you, I promise." 

"Well, if you promise to turn your back I'll have a drink," the young girl 
said timidly. "One drink and then we'll go, okay?" 

"Okay," said Tod smiling lasciviously to himself. He turned around and faced 
into the cottage. 

Slowly Maggie approached the man from behind and took the drink from his 
extended hand. The frightened young red-head had never had to face a 
situation like this one before and she hoped and prayed that she could get 
out of it without getting hurt. She had to keep a level head in order not to 
lose everything she had worked for, oh how she wished she had not accepted 
Tod's invitation. 

Maggie took the glass of brandy and held it up to her lips, it burned her 
nostrils and she wondered how she was going to hold up under all the alcohol 
she had drunk that evening. She already felt light headed from all the wine 
and liquors she had drunk at dinner. 

Maggie was holding the glass to her lips when Tod suddenly turned around and 
was at her side in two steps. 

"Drink up, come on Maggie, drink up," he grumbled. Before she knew what was 
happening Tod had wrapped her in his arms and was tilting the glass so that 
the fiery liquid began to pour into her mouth. "Drink!" He commanded her in 
such a way that she was forced to obey and she opened her mouth to receive 
the liquid. As soon as it reached her throat she began to feel warmth 
spreading through her body, at least now she wasn't cold anymore. But Tod 
was pouring the brandy into her mouth at such a rapid rate that she could 
hardly breath. 

"Just a little more, come on, you'll be alright," the club owner's son said. 

Maggie felt the glass pressing harshly against her mouth and as she drank 
the rest of the liquid she felt her body relax, she felt all warm and just a 
little bit wobbly on her feet. 

"Thaaat's better, baby," Tod whispered hoarsely, and then picked up his 
glass from a nearby table and drained his entire drink into his mouth. 

"Tod please, I want to go back to the club, please give me back my clothes." 
Maggie tried to sound as stern as she could although she found it a little 
difficult, her head was reeling as it was when they had been dancing. 

"Okay, baby. First I want a kiss though." 

Without warning, he stooped down and pressed his burning hot lips over hers, 
pushing his tongue deep into the frightened girl's mouth before she could 
stop him. Her mouth already felt as though it was on fire from the burning 
effect of the Brandy, and the lashing hotness of his lewdly probing tongue 
sent waves of fire searing through Maggie's naked body. Since Tod's left arm 
was still firmly wrapped around hers, it was impossible to get away. With 
his right hand, the well-built young man began to caress Maggie's fearfully 
heaving breasts, alternating cupping them in his palms or tweaking the tiny 
pink buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The inescapable 
sensations were electrifying, and Maggie's inexperienced body trembled all 
over from his burning kiss and touch. Tod's tongue slipped smoothly in and 
out of the hot moistness of her mouth, creating a sensual rhythm that was 
threatening to drive the helpless girl wild. 

The young Olympic hopeful moaned and struggled but she already knew that she 
wasn't struggling as much as she could. She had a very passionate nature and 
she was trying as hard as she could to keep it suppressed. Her naked body 
was on fire in a way she had never known it to be before, quivering 
sensations were darted throughout her body and she had to clench her thighs 
tightly in order to control the yearning that was building up in her pussy. 
She wanted to push him away to slap him to ... she couldn't, she felt 
powerless and her arms hung at her side limp like a rag doll, it was as 
though she had no control over her own body. All her will to resist had been 
washed away with the Brandy. 

Tod in the meantime pulled her body into his so that their torsos were 
licked together like one and pressed his rigidly pulsating penis into the 
naked white softness of her belly. His hand slowly moved down her body, 
caressing every inch of her as he moved towards her panties and slipping his 
hand under the elastic waistband of her soaking wet bikini pants he grasped 
her tautly clenched buttocks and pulled up into his strong muscular body. 

Maggie gave a deep throated moan as she felt his enormous blood-filled hard 
as a rock cock throbbing against her quivering belly, her will seemed to be 
held by some mysterious power he had over her. As his desire-thickened penis 
pressed into her naked flesh she felt bolts of electricity explode in her 
body and now totally out of control she moaned and pushed her belly deeply 
against his hotly pounding cock. 

"Hey baby, you like that, don't you?" the club owner's son said triumphantly 
pulling his mouth away from hers. "Just wait till I put it inside your 
little pussy and fuck you," he said, an obscene smile covering his face. 

"No, no ... you can't ... I ... I'm a virgin," Maggie stuttered, totally out 
of breath. "Please let me go Tod. I can't ... you, you..." 

Tod released his hold on her stiffly protesting body so forcefully that 
Maggie almost fell to the ground. Then dropping to his knees in front of 
her, and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties before she knew 
what was happening, Tod Lombridge slowly peeled the clinging white nylon 
panties down from her hips, unveiling to his hungry eyes the secret treasure 
of her pubic mound, while the bashful red-head grabbed onto his wavy blonde 
hair to retain her balance. She pulled her buttocks away from him in a last 
desperate attempt to hold onto her virginity. Unfortunately as she struggled 
she made it even easier for Tod to strip her panties to her knees and at 
last he totally exposed the delicious red triangle to his greedy eyes. In 
one single thrust Tod pulled her towards him so that the tantalizing 
softness of her pubic hair was rammed against his face. He grasped both of 
her lusciously rounded buttocks in his hands and began to massage them. 

The young rake would have liked nothing better than to spread the little 
puckered lips of her untried vagina with his tongue, to snake it deep into 
her virginal cunt and to taste her hot cum on his lips but he could wait. He 
would wait to introduce her to the subtleties. He had the entire winter 
season to turn her on to all the ways of fucking that he knew. Right now he 
felt the urgency to take her in a wild first fuck, one that she would never 
be able to forget for the rest of her life. 

Maggie could hardly stand it as she felt his warm sensuous lips travel up 
over the sensitively quivering skin of her belly. And her breasts began to 
ache and he reached the narrow cleft that divided her luscious twin fruits. 
His tongue snaked back and forth, first to one breast and then to the other. 
Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took as much of her right 
breast into the hotness of his lips as he could, flicking his tongue 
repeatedly back and forth over the tiny erected nipple at the tip. He closed 
his teeth lightly on her hardened nipple and he heard her moan sensuously 
above him, he licked it and teased it with his tongue. 

"Ohhhhhh, please don't," Maggie pleaded with the young man but her 
resistance made him even more insistent and he sucked with even greater 
urgency. The red-heads moans were coming faster now as suddenly without 
warning he switched to the other breast leaving her saliva-soaked nipple to 
cool in the warmth of the room. 

Maggie just couldn't understand what was happening to her. She had always 
been able to control her feelings with Chuck but now it seemed that her body 
was no longer her own. The slut that was raging through her naked body was 
beyond her control, she felt like a primitive woman in the jungle, she was 
somewhere she had never been before. The handsome young man's mouth worked 
eagerly at her naked tits and he was driving her absolutely wild. She felt 
her nipples quivering under his lewd tongue. Suddenly she felt an extended 
finger exploring the narrow crevice of her buttocks, seeking a way into the 
tightness between her upper thighs until it was tickling at the small 
hair-lined mouth of her cunt from the rear. Violent jolts of electric-like 
passion raced up and down her spine as Tod fingered and rubbed with teasing 
insistence at the moistly seeping warmth of her cuntal mouth. 

"Please Tod, no, noooo! You mustn't, you can't, you..." Maggie tried with 
all her strength to push Tod away from her but it was in vain. Straining 
against the restricting panties down around her knees, the young girl spread 
her feet on the ground to get a better stance for breaking away, 
inadvertently opening her moistening loins and giving the lusting young man 
easier access to her open little pussy. 

Tod felt the wetness oozing up between her thighs and sank his extended 
middle finger up to the second knuckle in her virginal pussy, the succulent 
flower was getting ready for his cock. He realized that this girl had only 
been waiting for the right one to pluck her cherry, obviously no-one in her 
home town had been man enough to fuck her yet. 

Maggie began to struggle even more fiercely now, she realized that her 
control was slipping away rapidly. She writhed and squirmed her voluptuous 
naked body in front of Tod trying to escape his clutches, the owner's son 
quickly made his move. He dropped both hands down to the back of her knees 
causing them to buckle under her and she went down as if she'd been tackled 
on a football field. She held onto his head terrified that she was going to 
knock her head on the floor as she fell. As the young girl hit the floor her 
red hair cascading over the floor like a glorious sunset. 

Tod Lombridge gave the startled girl no time to recover from her fall, but 
scrambled on his hands and knees up over her as he tore away the flimsy 
white panties still binding her knees. Then he dropped into the narrow "vee" 
between her legs and pinned her down before she could press her knees 
together to protect her lewdly exposed vaginal opening. 

Maggie knew now without a shadow of doubt that the young man on top of her 
had rape in his mind. She felt powerless under him as he wriggled up over 
her squirming body until his pulsing hot cock was aligned with the 
palpitating opening to her innocent young pussy. Maggie felt his hands 
fasten her arms to the ground up over her head, leaving her to buck and 
twist her whitely trembling torso under him as she clasped his insistent 
body between her legs in a vain attempt to throw him off. 

Tod was now wildly searching with the tip of his bulging cock for the 
moistly hot opening he was determined to enter, and soon he felt it like a 
wet oven breathing heat on his blood-engorged glands. 

He flexed his buttocks slightly and settled the throbbing tip-end firmly 
into the outer flanges of Maggie's vaginal opening, a great sigh of 
achievement escaping his lips as he neared his goal. Tod could feel the soft 
curls of her pubic hair tickling his swollen cock as it hung poised for 
entry between the hotly throbbing lips of the virgin's cunt. 

Maggie gasped as she felt the intruding hugeness that was inescapably lodged 
up between her legs and her body quivered in a mixture of anticipation of 
pleasure and pain. She realized now, in her alcohol-numbed state, that she 
had been waiting for years to experience the pleasure and happiness of total 
lovemaking but had always been so afraid of following through on her own. 
Now, dear God, now she had no choice. 

Tod Lombridge paused for a moment to fully savor Maggie's beautiful young 
face, he reveled in the intense look of fear and desire spread over her 
fine-boned features, and an obscene grin flooded his face. He savored for a 
moment the warm moistness of her pussy lips throbbing in desperate 
anticipation around his blood-engorged cock-head, and then, smiling evilly, 
he jerked his hips forward and with one long brutal stab drove his 
lust-hardened shaft straight through the effectual barrier of her 
maidenhead, and on until he felt it bump against the soft tip of the 
helpless girl's cervix deep inside. 

"Aagggghhh! Ohhhh, God, it hurts! Help me, somebody help! Maggie screamed, 
her thighs swept wide apart by the relentless pressure of his rapacious 
thrust. She was certain that he had split her apart down there, and the 
agony was unbearable It felt as though the thick end of a baseball bat had 
been shoved up between her legs and now lay obscenely embedded in the tender 
flesh of her never before tried vagina. "Oh God! Stop! Oh, stop, you ... you 
... oh God, you're killing me!" she cried. But it was useless. 

"Yell all you want to baby," Tod growled down at her, breathing heavily from 
the effort to penetrate her excruciatingly tight pussy. He could feel a hot 
flowing inside from her ruptured hymen, and he knew that it wouldn't be long 
before the clasping pressure of her cuntal walls would ease off and he could 
slip his cock in and out with little resisting friction. "There's nobody who 
can hear you out there." 

Straightening up on his arms, his hands still holding hers pinned to the 
ground, Tod gazed proudly down at this innocent young bitch so helplessly 
impaled on his rock-hard cock. Her voluptuously rounded breasts heaved with 
her labored breathing, and her stomach rose and feel with each gasp from her 
lips. Their bodies were joined lewdly together at the loins, his wavy blonde 
hair tangling with the glowing red hair of his young victim. He was glued up 
between her widely spread white thighs by the hilt-deep shaft of his flesh. 

"Ohhhhh!" Maggie moaned in a high-pitched fluttering voice. The young girl 
could feel her vaginal walls palpitating around the rigid hardness filling 
her as she had never been filled before, and she felt her cuntal fluids 
slowly seeping out around him. The sudden entry had torn her flesh with 
searing pain, but a soothing numbness began to set in, making it more 
bearable for her. Maggie moaned piteously and screwed her eyes tightly shut 
as it dawned on her that the very moment she had dreaded and yet awaited for 
so long had finally arrived. The treasure of her maidenhead that the 
innocent red-head had been saving for the man she would marry had been 
brutally ripped out of her possession in that one powerful lunge up into her 
quivering belly. 

The word "virgin" no longer applied to her, and the thought brought hot 
tears of regret burning under her closed eyelids. 

The insensitive Tod Lombridge saw the tears coming and smiled in sadistic 
satisfaction-it made him feel virile and all-powerful to have hurt this 
tender young red-head with his heavy cock. He could feel his cum-bloated 
balls throbbing in the warm little nest of flesh made by the juncture of her 
buttocks and her outspread thighs. Little by little the tight pressure 
seizing around his aching cock eased off and the moistness increased as the 
young girl's vaginal fluids seeped hotly out over his pulsating shaft. 

Slowly then, he began to slip his desire-inflated rod back out of her 
clasping hot cunt, feeling the slight palpitations in her fleshy pussy-walls 
and reveling in the lust-inciting sensations it gave him. When only the 
turgid tip-end remained lodged within her wetly sucking pussy, Tod Lombridge 
looked down under his arm-supported body to see his huge dark cock with just 
the head still buried up between her twitching white thighs. Thin lips of 
inflamed cuntal flesh had followed his thick-veined penis back out of her 
inner vagina, holding fast around him as though trying desperately to suck 
the belly-filling instrument back inside. He groaned heavily in his chest 
from the obscene lewdness of the picture, and then gradually shoved it back 
up into the warmly expanding opening. He watched as the hair-fringed bands 
of her cuntal flesh folded back inside around his careful plunging hardness 
and her silky red pubic hair curled inward again to graze the dully 
glistening skin of his cock. Relentlessly and coldly, Tod continued his 
plumbing ascent up into her utmost vaginal depths. It was a little easier 
this time, since her hot little pussy was now moistened somewhat with 
defensive secretions, and the club owner's son quirked his mouth up in a 
little obscene smile of satisfaction. Already she was loosening up to his 
raping cock, and pretty soon she'd be turned into a mewling mass of 
voluptuous feminine flesh, squealing helplessly and begging him to fuck her. 
That was the moment Tod Lombridge always waited for-that point in time when 
a reluctant, innocent young girl suddenly began to plead with her whole body 
and soul for the very thing she had formerly been determined to keep from 
him. That was conquest in its highest form for him, making a victim love her 
torture. 

Finally after what seemed an eternity, Tod Lombridge felt the bulbous tip of 
his penis bump softly up against her cushiony cervix, nudging and quivering 
expectantly against him. He was in even deeper than before now, his entire 
lust-engorged penis buried to the hilt in her boiling hot pussy, and he 
ground his pelvis tightly into her widespread loins, pressing in hard 
against the tiny bud of her awakening clitoris. 

"Ohhh, God, you've got a tight little pussy!" he gasped hoarsely down at her 
still squirming nakedness. Maggie's lips had bared back over her even white 
teeth and her nostrils were flaring slightly in the beginning signs of her 
unwanted desire. The cruelly impaled young girl moaned in a fluttering voice 
as she felt her vagina opening again like a moist flower to take his thickly 
throbbing penis deep up into her quivering belly. The half-drunk young girl 
had never felt so filled in her life. She was bursting with sensual 
anticipation like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Then she felt him 
begin to make short experimental strokes up inside her softly shuddering 
vagina, until her traitorous body began following the irresistible impulse 
to match loins separated, only to press hotly back together a moment later 
with a little grinding twist as she felt him come into electrifying contact 
with her aroused clitoris. 

Tod Lombridge gritted his teeth to keep from cumming right then and there as 
the hot semen began to swirl in his heavily-laden balls. Little by little he 
lengthed his strokes until at last he was slipping almost all the way out of 
her now moistly expanding cunt, then lunging smoothly in again. With each 
rhythmic thrust he could feel his testicles slapping up against her slowly 
grinding buttocks, and a tiny animal grunt escaped his lips whenever he hit 
home, a savage ritual chant as old as man, an echo from the dark animal days 
when men slept in caves. 

"Ooh God ... ohhhhh God!" the helpless young female athlete moaned 
incessantly up into the moisture of Tod's mouth, shoving her tongue with 
complete abandon deep into her new boss's son's throat. Maggie couldn't 
believe what was happening to her. A sordid brutal act that should have been 
making her feel debased and ashamed was instead turning her inexperienced 
body into a sensitive mass of exquisite pleasure with lewd and over whelming 
flames of desire coursing through her veins. It was all coming out in an 
uncorked rush, her body alive with the kindled passion that had lain dormant 
in her for so long, a smoldering coal of desire, lying in wait for the long 
hard penis that would make her burst into a hellish inferno of passion. 

"Ohhhhh, gooooood! Goooooooo!" came the pleading words from Maggie's lips. 
Faint mewls of servile acceptance rose from her lungs as Tod fucked 
relentlessly into her tingling cunt, her body following his, matching him 
stroke for stroke until she was bucking wildly beneath his pumping loin, her 
face in an expression of insane passion that was totally new to her. 

Tod plunged his lust-driven cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the 
heated tightness of her red-haired cunt. 

"Ohhhhh,ohhhhhh," she moaned beneath him, twisting and squirming wantonly 
under his ravishment of her nakedly wide-spread loins, Tod knew she would 
soon be begging him for more and by God he would give it to her. He would 
fuck her until she thought the top of her head was about to come off. 

"Ahhh, ahh, aaaaaa!" Maggie cried out as suddenly Tod quickened his thrust, 
grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick, cock boring far 
into the hidden recesses of her virginally clasping vagina. This was it! 
This was the answer to everything! Nothing could stop her now until she had 
what she wanted. Oh God, it was so good! 

And feeling Maggie responding, Tod slipped his strong sinewy hands down over 
the naked curves of her flesh and slid them beneath the softness of her 
straining buttocks, lifting them up off the matted grass for greater access 
to her loins. He lewdly squeezed one soft half-moon in each hand as he began 
to thrust with even greater frenzy into her now openly receptive cunt. 

"It's wonderful! Oh God, it's wonderful!" she cried and began to flex and 
relax the muscles within the cushiony flesh of her ass-cheeks while his 
fingers clutched tightly into the ere am-white firmness of her flesh. 

With all the strength of his hips and thighs, Tod Lombridge squirmed down 
into her, feeling the smooth hot flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping 
like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting cock. He fucked into her from 
the very tip of his toes, ramming every last inch of his thundering rigidity 
up into her churning white belly, bringing louder and louder moans of 
pleasure from her lips. Maggie's eyes were wide open now, gazing glassy and 
unseeing up at the ceiling. 

The young girl's cuntal secretions were flooding hotly around his 
smooth-thrusting shaft now, and wet sluicing noises came to her ears with 
each cruel driving lunge, blending with her soul-shattering groans of 
abandon. 

Maggie felt his hands slip from the lewdly hollowing cheeks of her buttocks 
down to her inner thighs and then between them to the moisture-soaked pubic 
curls surrounding her pussy. Feeling him fondle the soft-hair-lined lips of 
her cunt stretched out around his hard-driving cock, she moaned at the crazy 
wild chills it sent traversing her spine. Tod continued to play there until 
continuous groans of unrestraining lust formed in her throat and escaped 
between her slightly parted lips. Maggie's body was slippery from the sweat 
of her untamed gyrations and her head flailed uncontrollably on the rug, her 
long red hair whipping back and forth like cat-o-nine tails. Her mouth now 
hung slackly open as she gasped for breath in her abandoned state. She had 
become in a few moments something crazed and inhuman, twisting and jerking, 
spreading her legs wide apart and throwing them like scissors of flesh 
around Tod's strong lunging hips. Scarcely minutes before she had wanted 
desperately to escape this cruel fate-now she didn't want him to ever stop. 
Shame and humiliation raced wildly through her alcohol-dazed mind, tainting 
every forbidden sensation with a lewdness that unexplainably drove her only 
further into ecstasy. 

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder! Fuck me, fuck meee!" she wailed in words she had 
never used before, slaving with her lithe young body to derive more pleasure 
from his endlessly pumping loins. She was charged like an electric battery 
and the current was building and building until she knew she would have to 
cum soon or go mad from the mind-blowing pleasure. Her feet suddenly raised 
up over his back, her toes curling into tight little balls as she strained 
for the release that she had been waiting so long to experience. The young 
red-head's firmly resilient thighs pressed back against her shoulders, 
flattening her breasts tighter up against the heaviness of Tod's chest while 
her ass-cheeks were swinging and waving uncontrollably from side to side 
under him, her cunt spiraling crazily up and down on his deep-stroking cock. 

It happened almost before she knew it. 

"I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed up at him as if in surprise. "I'M 
CUMMMMMMING!" 

With a high-pitched gasp of intense passion she locked her ankles high up 
behind his laboring back. Her body arched up at him and her arms snaked 
tightly around his neck while she smothered her parted lips over his to suck 
and lick at his tongue in devouring hunger. 

Without warning Maggie bucked her whole body up against his, quivering and 
jerking against him in a pulsating rhythm as the secretions of her first 
cock-induced orgasm flooded out around his still hard-driving penis. 

"Fuck, fuck, damn you! Fuck! Tod repeated over and over again into the 
red-head's hot moist mouth. He could feel her warm love-juices seeping down 
around his fingers as he fondled her cuntal lips and he suddenly darted out 
with his moisture-soaked middle finger, thrusting without warning into the 
tiny puckered ring of her anus. He wanted her moving under him again, and he 
got what he wanted. She screamed up at him and bucked painfully from the 
sudden unexpected entry causing a slow-aching pressure to build deep within 
his sperm-heavy balls. Gripping the cheeks of her crazily rotating buttocks 
with his outspread fingers, Tod squeezed the flaccid flesh tightly up around 
his impaling middle finger, feeling the young virgin cringe and attempt to 
jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum. 

Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were surging through his 
veins, Tod felt himself cumming, and he increased the tempo of his 
cunt-drilling strokes to machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as far 
down into her openly yielding pussy as his rock-hard shaft could go, 
bringing new wails of left-over passion from her lust-wracked chest. The 
club owner's son gasped as though he were dying as he felt the bursting in 
his loins, and finally, with a deep body shaking grunt that went on and on, 
he exploded inside her, shooting his white-hot sperm in endlessly spewing 
streams. He felt the pulses again and again, each gush jerking his whole 
body as though it would tear him apart, the hot cum ricocheting deep up 
inside the red-haired virgin, filling her belly and mixing lewdly with her 
own orgiastic juices around his ejaculating cock. 

Then Tod Lombridge collapsed down onto the heaving young red-head, their 
lewdly tangled bodies heaving and quivering on the floor. For a while they 
lay heaped together in this way and then the girl rolled away from Tod, 
Maggie lying as if she was floating on a cloud, her body having no weigh J;, 
her arms and legs lying limp. 

The young virgin felt satisfied for the first time in her life, a hunger she 
had felt deep inside had at long last been fed. Tod felt his slowly 
deflating penis slip wetly out of the girl's relaxed vagina, and pulled his 
middle finger from the tightness of her anus, reluctantly lifting himself up 
from her captivating young body. Tod would have like to fuck her again right 
then but knew that he had better get back to the club. By this time his 
father had probably put two and two together and realized that the new ski 
coach was out with his son and that he was probably being beaten to a new 
piece of ass. 

Tod Lombridge stood up and towered over the seeming unconscious girl lying 
on the rug. His first conquest for the winter season, he could start keeping 
score right now. He felt very triumphant. 

He walked over to the closet in which he had hidden the young girl's 
clothing and threw them over to her body. Maggie was sobbing softly into the 
rug and hardly seemed to notice that her clothes were lying over her body. 

Tod Lombridge sneered down at her, "I'll keep your panties, baby! They're 
the first in my summer collection." Maggie heard the zipper of his pants and 
realized he was getting dressed. "Welcome to the club, baby! Rise and shine 
it's time to get dressed and head back for the clubhouse." 

Maggie could hardly believe her ears, the club owner's son was treating her 
as if she were a common whore. She rose to her feet slowly and looked around 
her, this was the room she had lost her virginity in. She had to admit to 
herself that she had behaved like a whore, she had given herself so easily 
as if she had been doing it all her life. She was a whore! 

Maggie thought about the way she had been a virgin one moment and a whore 
the next and she realized that this was the way it had always been with her, 
she could never walk the middle ground. Well Tod Lombridge could think what 
he wanted, one thing was clear to her now sex was fun. And the next time it 
would be even more pleasurable, she wouldn't have to go through the painful 
ordeal of virginity again. 

Maggie Reynolds shot a sly look at Tod Lombridge and thought triumphantly-he 
may have gotten into my pants easily this time but just wait until he wants 
me again ... then we'll see who has the power! He thinks he's such a big 
shot, what a surprise hell have coming. 

As she brooded on the young boy she suddenly realized that she could also 
have a little chat with his father. He would probably be very interested to 
know of his son's actions. 

Well see who's top dog then ... she mused. With these thoughts in her mind 
Maggie Reynolds straightened up to her full stature and proudly strode past 
Tod Lombridge out into the night. They walked back to the club and neither 
of them said another word. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Maggie Reynolds rose bright and early the next morning as she planned to ski 
a little before breakfast, but to her surprise the slopes were so full that 
she decided not to. She didn't feel like being around a lot of people, 
especially after last evening's incident. 

Besides she wanted to get a chance early in the day to speak to Vince 
Lombridge, the owner of the club. She was ripe for revenge against his son 
Tod, she had a thing or two to tell his father, how he had gotten her drunk 
and then raped her. She hadn't been able to sleep all night long thinking 
about what had happened and the more she thought the angrier she became. She 
was going to make things as tough as possible for that bastard. 

Maggie knocked on the door of the private office occupied by Vince Lombridge 
and upon hearing a deep, "Come in," she entered. 

"Good morning, Maggie," Lombridge greeted her in surprised tones. "I'm 
surprised to see you up so early, you don't have to work until Monday, I 
thought you'd be sleeping late while you can." 

"Good morning, Mr. Lombridge. As a matter-of-fact I'm an early riser and 
anyway I thought I'd get a little time on the slopes this morning." 

"Ah, yes, so I see," Lombridge threw an appreciative glance at Maggie. She 
really was gorgeous in her form fitting ski suit, it was a deep forest green 
color which matched her vibrant red-hair to a tee. The suit seemed to cling 
to her body as if she had been poured into it. Lombridge caught his breath 
as he gazed at her ripely swelling breasts and as he traveled down her body, 
his imagination began to run havoc with his senses. He saw the tiny ridge of 
her clitoris pressing against her pants and felt his cock lurch hotly 
against his thigh. Man, what he wouldn't give to get in that ... that ... 

"Mr. Lombridge, I-I have to tell you something about your son Tod," Maggie 
noticed that the moment she said his name her thighs clenched together as if 
in defense. 

The moment Maggie mentioned his son's name, Vince Lombridge knew what it was 
all about. Damn it, the boy had beaten him to the punch, he sure was getting 
to be a fast worker these days. As the older man looked at the young girl he 
couldn't help but imagine all the things he'd like to do to her. He was sure 
she'd been fucked by Tod, why else would she be coming to see him so early 
in the morning. 

"Well, Miss Reynolds if we're going to have a little chat why don't we do it 
over breakfast. Would you join me? We could eat quietly here in my office. 

"That would be lovely Mr. Lombridge, but really I don't want to 
inconvenience you." 

"No problem, young lady. It's not often, after all, that I get to have 
breakfast with such a lovely young woman." The club owner picked up the 
telephone and ordered breakfast for the both of them," the usual Harry, plus 
two Bloody Mary's-lots of vodka." 

The club owner threw a sly look at the vivacious red-head and mused ... so 
Tod got into her little pussy last night did he ... I wonder if she was a 
virgin. Lucky bastard if she was. He certainly is a chip off the old block. 

"Maggie, my dear let's talk about business. I played poker last evening with 
a friend of mine who is the chairman of the steering committee. Now, he's 
the one who'll decide whether or not to present you to the board for a 
sponsorship application. I'll have to arrange a meeting with him pretty 
soon." Vince Lombridge talked so rapidly about the sponsorship and her 
possibilities for the Olympics that he didn't give Maggie a chance to say 
what was on her mind. 

Breakfast finally arrived and when the club owner handed Maggie her tomato 
juice laced heavily with vodka, she decided to drink it. After all Mr. 
Lombridge had been so kind to her she didn't want to offend him. 

"Ahh, that ll straighten you out young lady, now what's this you want to 
tell me about my son Tod? like some jelly on your toast? 

"Ummm, no thank you. Well, I ... you see. Oh dear, this is so difficult for 
me I really don't know where to begin," Maggie blushed to the roots of her 
hair making it seem even redder. "Well Mr. Lombridge, your son took me out 
to dinner last evening, we danced a little and I drank quite a lot. Now you 
know I'm not used to alcohol and I'm afraid that I lost control of my 
faculties." Maggie suddenly stopped. How could she possibly tell this man 
that his son had raped her. It sounded so depraved and outrageous to her own 
ears how could she tell it to his. But she must and knew it, unless she 
wanted him to do it again, she had to protect herself. 

Vince Lombridge knew what was coming. It was like a rerun of an old movie, 
it had all happened before many times. Fortunately, in the past, nobody had 
caused any trouble and so all had been well. He'd have to make sure this was 
the case again. "Go slowly, Maggie, eat and take your time," Lombridge said 
in smooth, soothing, fatherly tones. He liked the role of comforter that 
often came to him, it was one of the ways he got his hands on the sweet 
young things that came through the club. 

Maggie calmed down and concentrated on her breakfast. Everything was so 
luxurious here, she really did like it. The silver service and the china all 
seemed to suit her nature and she didn't want to do anything to upset her 
winter plans. She liked being around money and power and she intended to 
keep it that way. 

"Thank you for such a delicious breakfast Mr. Lombridge, I really needed 
that," although she thought to herself I shouldn't have drunk the vodka, I'm 
already beginning to feel giddy. 

"Goood, good my dear. Things always seem clearer after a good breakfast. Now 
tell me what happened last evening." Lombridge said with a slightly 
lecherous gleam in his eye. 

Maggie decided that the club owner seemed a little too interested in her 
escapades of the previous evening to tell him everything, she decided to 
make it brief and to the point. 

"Your son raped me last night," she told him in a straightforward manner. 
"He took me to your cottage, we went for a swim and then he forced me to 
make love to him." She paused a moment waiting for Lombridge to say 
something, but noticing his silence she went on. "I thought you should know 
Mr. Lombridge, I," Maggie found that she couldn't go any further, the club 
owner's eyes were piercing her like high voltage electricity and she just 
couldn't continue. 

Vince Lombridge caught his breath. He had to admire the way the girl had 
just come out with her statement. So direct, no dilly-dallying with this 
girl. She knew how to speak her mind. 

The club owner managed to screw his face up into a mock expression of worry 
and concern. 

"Maggie, my dear. I really don't know quite what to say, this isn't the 
first time that this has happened. Not that it makes any difference to you 
whether or not it has happened before. I'm truly sorry Maggie." Lombridge 
paused a moment and then added, "Was it your first time, my dear?" 

Maggie nodded and then lowered her head in embarrassment. Vince Lombridge 
cursed under his breath. "That little runt, that little bastard, he really 
did beat me to the punch." 

"Oh Mr. Lombridge, please don't tell anyone, I'd just die." 

"Oh course not Maggie," the club owner said in an assuring manner. Although 
he thought to himself, the whole club will know by the end of the day if I 
know my son Tod. 

Maggie was amazed that Mr. Lombridge didn't seemed more surprised, of course 
this was the first time anything like this had happened to her. She had 
expected a different re-action from Tod's father, however. 

"Thank you for confiding in me Maggie. I am going to speak to Tod today in 
iron clad terms, believe me." The club owner said this in such an adamant 
manner that Maggie fully believed that he would give his son hell. Well, so 
he should the bastard, he should get what he deserved. She was so angry she 
realized that nothing could really make Tod suffer the way she wanted him to 
suffer. 

"Maggie, if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please tell me. 
Perhaps you would like a little gift? I promise I'll root for you even 
harder with the board." 

"Oh, that's alright Mr. Lombridge, don't worry about me, I'm fine. There's 
nothing that can be done now and it's not your fault anyway." 

"I don't know Maggie, sometimes I wonder. I was a bit of a rake myself when 
I was younger you know, sometimes I think Tod takes after me." 

Maggie was taken back for a moment and then she looked really intensely at 
the older man and saw that he must have been an extremely good looking man 
in his youth. His eyes were appealing and his lips quite sensual. His hair 
was thining and he had a little paunch, he really wasn't bad. For a moment 
the red-head found herself considering the older man and then she quickly 
brushed the thought aside. No ... really he was much too respectable. He 
couldn't afford to mess around. 

"It's not your fault, I'm sure Mr. Lombridge. You can't hold yourself 
responsible for your son's actions." Maggie could hardly believe herself, 
here she was comforting the father of the boy who had so brutally raped her 
just the night before. 

Before she knew what was happening Maggie Reynolds found herself on the 
verge of tears. The sudden remembrance of last evening had flooded through 
her body and she realized why it was she had come to the office today. The 
older man's soothing voice had made her wish she could talk to her own 
father. 

"Don't cry Maggie, it's all right now," the club owner rose from his desk 
and took the sobbing girl into his arms to comfort her. 

"I'm sorry Mr. Lombridge, I didn't mean to break down like this," she turned 
her head and pressed her lithe body against his. 

The club owner had to concentrate with all his will. As soon as the young 
red-head's luscious body had touched his, shivers of excitement had run up 
and down his spine. He felt his penis slowly throbbing to life and the old 
familiar yearning rise in his body. He stared hungrily at the twin mounds of 
her breasts. It was now or never, he knew it. He would go crazy seeing this 
broad around the club everyday, he had to have her. 

"Maggie, let me at least take you out to dinner tonight, it would make me 
feel so much better. I've been pretty much alone since my wife died a few 
years ago. Company as charming as yours is hard to resist. What do you say?" 

Maggie Reynolds looked up at the older man with tears in her unsuspecting 
eyes and nodded her head in agreement. Why couldn't Tod be like his father, 
she thought, he was such a gentleman. 

"The answer is yes then?" the older man took her arm and guided her towards 
the door. "I'll send my man to pick you up at seven-thirty, well have a 
quiet little dinner at my place. Oh, and wear your prettiest clothes, well 
make it a party to celebrate your new condition." 

Maggie flinched at the older man's last words, she wasn't quite sure what he 
meant and he was so suave and in control of himself that it was hard to 
tell. 

"I'm sorry my dear for that thoughtless remark, but well you know my son has 
embarked you on let's say a new journey. You are a woman now Maggie, an 
experienced young woman." 

Yes, it was true, thought Maggie and as she got up to leave she realized 
that she really did feel different today. She felt more secure in herself, 
she felt as though she could get anything she wanted now from a man. And 
glancing at the older man standing in front of her she realized that he too 
could be under her control, if she ever wanted him. 

The seductive young red-head was totally aware of the effect that she was 
having upon the older man as she swayed across the room. Her tantalizing 
buttocks were undulating to future promise and he knew it. 

Yes, she was a woman now. And they both knew what each other was thinking as 
she smiled and closed the door behind her. 

* * * 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Seventeen year old Maggie Reynolds looked gorgeous and she knew it. She felt 
like a Queen as she followed Vince Lombridge's personal manservant 
downstairs into the main lobby and out of the door into the night. Maggie 
could have been a movie star, she looked so glamorous. She was wearing a 
silk knit black dress with both a plunging neckline and back. The swelling 
softness of the young girls breasts could be seen peeking shyly from the 
bodice and the dress clung to her body in just the right way. Her young, 
ripe hips swayed in the silky softness and her tantalizing buttocks swayed 
as she walked in state through the lobby. Her flaming red-hair shone like 
the setting sun. She meant to show Vince Lombridge that she could go 
anywhere and mix with anyone, that she had class. 

She was surprised as they left the club to be taken through a high archway 
she had never noticed before and to be brought into the courtyard of a 
magnificent house, which although attached to the main clubhouse, couldn't 
be seen from the grounds. The house was colonial in style and extremely 
grand and as they entered the main door Maggie gasped at the crystal 
chandelier hanging in the hallway. The house was like a palace and Maggie 
could hardly breathe, so excited was she at the prospect of such wealth. 

The manservant led Maggie into a magnificent dining room, another crystal 
chandelier hung in the centre of the room, exquisite crystal glasses and 
china graced the long dining table, a deep blue Chinese antique rug covered 
the floor and seated on a pale blue silk loveseat was Vince Lombridge. 

"Good evening my dear Miss Reynolds, how exquisite you look tonight, thank 
you so much for gracing my house this evening."As he spoke Mr. Lombridge 
rose and taking Maggie's hand let her to the loveseat. 

The young red-head felt the older man's eyes travel over her body and 
register approval of all he saw. 

"I'm delighted to be here Mr. Lombridge, thank you for inviting me," Maggie 
couldn't help but notice how attractive the older man looked tonight. Quite 
different from earlier in the day, younger perhaps. Or perhaps it was just 
the setting, she didn't know what it was but whatever the reason, she liked 
what she saw. Maggie felt good, this was where she belonged, here in this 
atmosphere of wealth and opulence. 

"I hope you don't mind Maggie, I mixed my favorite drink for cocktails, 
Vodka Gimlet a la Vince Lombridge," and smiling the older man handed her an 
exquisite tall stemed glass full to the brim of clear liquid with a little 
lime floating in the middle of the glass. 

Maggie took the glass with her long graceful hands and with every fibre of 
her being knew that the drama had begun, the stage was set and she would 
play her role to the hilt. She would play to win, as she always did. 

"Here's to health, love and fulfillment of our desires," the older man 
watched carefully as the vivacious young red-head raised the glass to her 
full sensual lips and took her first sip. She liked it, good, and as the 
girl threw back her head he noticed with delight how her ripe, firm young 
breasts swelled just enough over her dress for him to catch sight of the 
edge of her firm pink nipples and the older man felt his yearning cock throb 
with desire. Yes, tonight was going to be fun ... a lot of fun. 

"Oh yes, I like this drink Mr. Lombridge, I certainly do," the girl said 
enthusiastically licking her lips with her dainty pink tongue. 

"Good, my dear, I'm glad you do, it's my very own secret recipe, not even 
the club has this one." 

Maggie Reynolds crossed her legs and found to her surprise that her whole 
body was trembling. Surely she wasn't intoxicated already, after only one 
drink? She drank in her surroundings and particularly the attractive older 
man sitting next to her and realized that she was very confused, so much had 
hit her in the space of twenty-four hours she couldn't think clearly. 

"Mr. Lombridge what did you mean when you said, both love and desire in your 
toast." Maggie couldn't believe her ears, she had never heard her voice 
sound that way before, she was speaking with so much authority. 

"There is a difference you know Maggie, and oh yes, by the way, please call 
me Vince. Love is what one feels for say a wife, or a child-even a friend. 
But desire can only be felt for a person of the opposite sex, and unlike 
love, it's a fleeting thing that comes into being completely unannounced. A 
kind of magnetism between two people that relentlessly pulls them together." 

"But can't you desire someone you love," said Maggie innocently. She was 
determined to play her part well as obviously Vince Lombridge was playing 
his. 

"Well yes, but that's perfect desire and very difficult to find in this 
world. The flesh is very fickle you know." The club owner threw her a 
penetrating glance and then rose from the loveseat, "Oh dear we're getting 
very serious, how about another cocktail. Let's keep it light." 

From then on the two of them chatted about everything they could think of, 
Maggie told the club owner of her life in the little New Hampshire village, 
how she had been practically born on skies, how her father had tutored her 
from being a child and how it was the only thing she really cared about. One 
cocktail led to two and three and finally when dinner was announced Maggie 
found herself to be quite dizzy. 

Vince Lombridge led the young girl to the table and announced to his valet, 
"Pouilly Fuise with the fish and Nuit St. George with the main course please 
Charles." Maggie felt as if she were floating on a rosy pink little cloud 
before dinner and after dinner she knew it for certain. 

"Let's have our coffee in the sitting room, its so cozy in there, come 
Maggie dear." Vince Lombridge took the young red-head's hand and led her 
into a spacious room, filled once again with oriental rugs and crystal 
chandeliers, there was a large bay window with comfortable cushions around 
the window seat and a large sofa covered with an exquisite floral design. 
She had never seen such elegance before in her life. The big sofa looked so 
comfortable and alluring that the young girl threw off her shoes and fell 
into it, draping herself alluringly across the back of it as she did. 

"How do I look," she said, pursing her hips in a sexy manner and throwing 
her shoulder forward in an attitude of wantonness. "I want to look mature 
and alluring but I've still got the urge in me to run and dance instead of 
walk sedately like a lady." 

"You're a young chick, that's why baby, enjoy it now while you can. It's 
great! Here catch this, this ll help you hang onto that youth," and with 
that the older man threw Maggie what looked like a hand-rolled cigarette. 

"No thanks, Vince, I don't smoke you know," the innocent young red-head 
stammered, as she looked at the strange looking cigarette in her hand. 

"That's not just a cigarette baby doll, that's the elixir of the gods ... 
that's pot baby ... you know, good old marijuana." Vince Lombridge took 
another one from the silver case he had in his hand and lit it. He drew in 
the the smoke slowly and Maggie watched in fascination as he held the smoke 
for the longest time and then exhaled it. 

"Listen angel, if you want to lift the top of your head off, if you want to 
get higher than a kite, then take a hit of this stuff. It'll tell you 
everything you want to know about the future." By this time Vince had walked 
over to the sofa and was lighting the joint Maggie was holding in her 
fingertips. 

Maggie put the joint to her mouth boldly and took a long hit. She was a 
woman now and this was a challenge and she would take it. Her sensual lips 
rounded again on the little joint and staring down at her mouth Vince 
Lombridge couldn't help but see his big fat cock plunging deeply into her 
pert little mouth. This provocative little bitch would soon be only too 
willing to give him what he wanted, and he felt his penis throb inside his 
pants in response to the lewd thoughts running through his mind. 

At first the marijuana seemed harsh to Maggie and made her cough but after a 
while part of her seemed dulled and she didn't seem to notice the smoke 
filling her lungs. She felt proud of her new found sophistication-never in 
her life had she felt so good. Maggie also began to notice that her cunt was 
throbbing and she felt a wetness in her silk panties. It was as if her 
vagina were sucking at the same time as her mouth was sucking and seemed to 
be moaning to be filled too. Thrills of intense excitement now began to 
vibrate in her entire body. 

She held her thighs together in an effort to stop the cuntal secretions that 
were coming thick and fast now and she wondered how she was going to be able 
to control herself. 

She looked towards the older man and found that she had difficulty in 
recognizing him, was this Vince Lombridge or had someone else taken his 
place. He looked familiar, but she wasn't sure and now he was muttering to 
her about her beautiful body, her seductive body, that she could have 
whatever she wanted, anything could be hers. Maggie felt a thrill of power 
run through her veins and she realized that she was desirable. 

As Vince Lombridge looked down at the seductive young red-head he felt as if 
the fire of the ages was raging in his loins, never had he desired anyone 
more. He had been watching as she got more and more stoned and her body 
began to throb with a new round looseness and he felt as if his 
desire-hardened penis would explode if he didn't get it into her warm little 
cunt soon. "How do you feel baby," he asked solicitously. 

"Wonderful, I feel just wonderful," Maggie heard herself say this but 
somehow her voice seemed to be coming from somewhere else. She didn't know 
what was funny but suddenly she began to laugh uncontrollably. 

Lombridge began to drool as he watched the young girl's up-thrust buttocks 
undulate on the couch in front of him. She was wriggling and squirming so 
much that the soft silkiness of her dress began to ride up her body until 
she revealed the narrow black leg band of her panties. The older man caught 
his breath as he gazed spellbound at her firm, seductive thighs thrashing 
into the cushions. It took every ounce of control he had, not to reach down 
and stroke the silky softness of her young thighs undulating in rhythm 
before his hungry eyes. 

The club owner's valet entered at that moment carrying a try with demitasse 
coffee and large snifters of brandy. The valet couldn't help but notice with 
interest the young girl undulating on the couch and wished that he could get 
his hands on her. Mr. Lombridge has all the fucking luck, he thought, too 
bad he didn't have enough money to afford such tantalizing playthings. 

After the valet had left the room, Maggie started to giggle once again. "I 
see what you mean about this pot stuff, Vince, now I see what you mean." 

"What is it all about Maggie," the older man was quite opening staring into 
her body as if she hadn't any clothes on at all. 

Maggie turned and gave the older man a penetrating gaze, her dancing green 
eyes narrowing slightly as she looked deep into the older man's soul and 
then she shuddered involuntarily, as if she didn't like what she saw. Then 
the young girl pulled herself up, straightened her shoulders and gave the 
older man a lewd, sensual smile. 

"I know what you want Mr. Lombridge, I know exactly what you want," the 
young girl said in a cynical voice. "You want my body and I can tell you 
right now, that it is for sale at the right price that is. I want to swim in 
the Olympics and I'll stop at nothing to get what I want." 

The stunned older man was really no more surprised than the young girl, she 
was astonished to hear the words come out of her mouth and she was even more 
amazed to find her hand at the back of her dress and pulling down the 
zipper. What on earth was the matter with her?" 

Lombridge gasped for breath at the sight before his eyes. He watched as the 
luscious young red-head stripped before him, stepping out of her silky black 
dress to reveal just a pair of black silken panties and skimpy lace 
brassiere. He feasted on the voluptuous young flesh before his eyes ... this 
chick was completely out of it. For a moment panic flashed across the older 
man's mind as he wondered if she was going to something crazy but then he 
realized that she was waiting for him to make the next move. He didn't 
hesitate another moment and stepped towards her with outstretched arms. He 
felt his desire-hardened cock straining at his pants and wetness oozing 
around his thighs from his seminal fluid. 

Maggie was out of it alright and the implications of what she had just done 
hit her fully as the older man strode forward. She had to do something 
quickly, she couldn't make love with a man who was older than her own 
father, he'd probably think she was a common whore and fire her the very 
next day. Suddenly the frightened young girl covered her naked breasts and 
backed away from the older man. 

"Oh Mr. Lombridge, I was only joking, please don't take me seriously," 
Maggie pleaded with her green eyes flashing panic." 

Lombridge's mouth assumed a sneering smile as he reached out to grab the 
frightened young girl. 

"Too late now baby, I'm too fascinated to back off." With a flick of his 
wrist the older man flipped off the flimsy bra from her trembling body and 
threw it to the floor. 

"Please don't ... you can't ... oh, you just can't ... I won't let you." 
cried the by now hysterical female as her full young breasts billowed out 
into the air in front of his lust-ridden eyes. 

The terrified young girl stepped backwards from the lusting older man only 
to fall back onto the sofa behind her. Her naked breasts jutted into the air 
and her panty-clad pelvis splayed vulnerably wide. 

She seemed to be in a trance as the older man moved towards her as if 
everything was in slow motion, and she realized that the rush she was 
feeling in her brain was from the marijuana. As he moved towards her the 
older man was rapidly stripping, tearing off his clothes and as he unbuckled 
his belt she felt like a little girl again about to receive punishment from 
her father. However, to her surprise instead of pulling off his belt and 
spanking her naked bottom this man was unzipping his fly and before she knew 
it he had slipped out of his pants and was completely exposing his hairy, 
lust-aroused loins. 

His penis was incredibly thick and long, and she stared at his for a seeming 
eternity with both horror and fascination. 

"That's it baby," Lombridge told her. "Take a good look at it. It's going to 
give you an experience you'll never forget." Grasping the long thick shaft 
in his right hand, the older man stroked the loose foreskin back and forth 
over the bulging tip. With his thumb and forefinger he squeezed the 
uncircumcised skin up to completely cover the huge bulbous head, and then 
jerked the skin back again. 

Oh my God! thought the frightened young red-head. He's going to kill me with 
his massive penis. In her confusion the young girl couldn't get the vision 
of her father out of her mind. 

"No-I don't want it-I don't want to do it!" Maggie tried to rise to her feet 
but before she was half way up the older man had thrown himself across her 
naked white body. With a swift plunge he tore the flimsy black panties from 
her trembling body and hungrily gazed at her now totally naked flesh. 

Maggie could hardly breathe and knew she would have to surrender to his 
superior strength. She felt him shifting his weight on her body so that his 
face was hovering right over her defenselessly up-thrust breasts. With a 
tiny groan she lifted her head and watched his thick sensual lips lower to 
take one of her pinkly throbbing nipples in his mouth. The sudden moist 
contact sent shivers of unwanted desire coursing over her naked flesh and 
she moaned in abject submission beneath him. Her fingers wrapped themselves 
in his coarsely greying hair with the intent of pushing him away, but 
betrayed by her will, Maggie pulled the handsome face still closer to her 
quivering white breast. 

"Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned under him, fast losing all control of her 
alcohol and marijuana-drugged mind. 

The club owner's wet tongue trailed hotly over the cream white valley 
between her breasts, and then he locked his lips in a maddening grip over 
the other baby pink nipple, his teeth nipping teasingly at the soft 
distended flesh. After a long moment of slavering appreciatively at the 
succulent pink pud, he slipped his tongue down over the flat smooth plane of 
her stomach toward the tempting red triangles of pubic curls at the base of 
her belly. 

Through half-slit eyes Maggie could see the older man's face leaning 
obscenely close between her widespread legs. She could feel his open palms 
pressing outward against the sensitive softness of her inner thighs, holding 
them wide apart. Her most secret treasure was laid nakedly bare to him to 
use as he wished, and Maggie held her breath, aware that all will to resist 
her boss's lewd attack had gone from her trembling limbs. Lombridge lowered 
his face inch by inch until his extended pink tongue grazed through the thin 
tangle of her red pussy curls toward the moist pink slit waiting below. 

Then suddenly the seventeen year old girl felt the first searing contact, as 
his hot wet tongue lashed out lightly over her quivering erect clitoris. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. From the electrifying contact with her helpless 
exposed cuntal lips her whole body jerked wildly up at him, and his mouth, 
nose and chin pressed hungrily into the entire soft mound. Lombridge's face 
was buried from her view in the sparse red fleece, and she closed her eyes 
tightly to enjoy the inevitable-the wet flicking kisses he was planting in 
the tender soft furrow, his tongue flicking serpent-like at the tingling 
opening of her cunt. 

As if belonging to someone else, the young red-head's hands slipped down 
over the quivering mounds of her breasts and brushed over her shivering 
white belly, coming to rest finally on either side of the man's lewdly 
bobbing head. There, her fingers stroked absent-mindedly at the flexing 
hollows of her inner thighs, tracing abstract patterns in tempo with his 
lashing tongue, and then she slowly spread the fleshy outer folds of her 
pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips more complete access to her 
hotly throbbing cuntal flesh. 

Many times her boyfriend Chuck had tried to do this to Maggie, but she had 
always refused because it was too degraded for both of them. Now she could 
hardly believe how good it felt to have the sensation-filled tip of her 
clitoris massaged with the softness of his moist tongue. Lombridge's wetly 
searching tongue shot out again and again, its pointed tip circling the tiny 
throbbing pleasure-bud, his lips sucking ravenously, drawing the warm 
layered folds into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. Playfully he 
nibbled at the wet pink flesh as his tongue darted in and out of her 
virgin-tight cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed around the turgid 
erectness of the young girl's clitoris and tugged at it gently as though he 
wanted to bite it off, his rigid tongue flipping repeatedly over the 
quivering tip. Maggie groaned huskily as he continued to worry the straining 
pink bud, and she bucked her loins up tighter against the older man's face. 
Slowly he let her swollen clitoris slip back from between his teeth, and 
then he began laving his tongue up and down the entire length of her 
flowering cuntal Jit. Staring at her lower belly and slitering his way 
downward over the elastic-rimmed opening of her vagina, Vince Lombridge 
slipped his tongue beyond that into the deep crevice of her clenching 
buttocks, probing in vain for the tensely puckered little opening hidden 
below. Maggie Reynolds hips were now grinding impatiently down into the 
fur-covered cushions of the sofa while soft mewling animal sounds escaped 
from between her tightly locked teeth. 

It was a fantasy come true, to Vince Lombridge. First the lovely young 
red-head stripped off her dress before his very eyes, before he had even 
made a definite move to seduce her, and now she was coming to life quicker 
than any of the many innocents he had fucked in this same room. He worked 
hungrily, feeling her moisture-soaked red public hair brushing teasingly 
against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such 
a proud young innocent bitch squirming under his lashing tongue and moaning 
for more so fast! Her tremulous groans drove his tongue faster and faster as 
it whipped up and down the steaming valley of her loins. Lombridge wanted 
her begging for his cock when he was ready to ram it to her, and Maggie 
seemed to be almost there. The club owner had never seen anything like it, 
never seen anyone so hot for it, even after smoking marijuana. Obviously 
Maggie hadn't been fucked well yet, in spite of the fact that his son Tod 
had gotten to her the night before. The older man chuckled to himself-he 
would show up that randy young son of his this time! The young red-head 
would get what she wanted, and a lot more than that. 

Lombridge grinned lewdly into her moistening cunt as he felt her hands 
desperately guiding his face tighter and tighter into the palpitating 
opening of her pussy. He let her pull his mouth still more firmly over the 
taut little opening of her squirming cunt, his wet lips completely covering 
the viscous mouth. And then, without warning, the older man thrust his 
tongue deep up into the fleshy passage, bringing a low guttural moan from 
the seventeen year old skier as her warm soft thighs closed convulsively 
around the sides of his bobbing head. The passion suffused flesh of her cunt 
slipped moistly around Lombridge's long extended tongue, and the wall of 
Maggie's vagina opened and closed in a greedy sucking motion, attempting to 
pull it deeper and deeper inside. 

Maggie's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Her legs snaked up and 
around her boss's shoulders and her heels pressed into his back to force his 
face deeper into the warm fleshy trap of her loins until the older man could 
barely breathe, sucking into his nostrils the warm heady odor of her vaginal 
secretions flowing abundantly from her hot little cunt. Every muscle in the 
young girl's body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that 
maddening probe between her legs. Never had she expected it could be like 
this, such glorious sensual feelings spreading from her tingling pussy 
upward throughout her whole body! Her thighs opened and closed in a soft 
embrace around Lombridge's balding head as he continued licking gluttonously 
at her flame-seared pussy below, the tendons of her neck standing out as she 
pulled with all her strength against his hair still tangled in her fingers. 

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so goooooooood!" Maggie moaned again and again, 
splaying her loins out wider to give him easier and easier access to her 
wildly throbbing thighs. She could feel the beginning tingles of her 
approaching orgasm, and she held his face tightly to her loins. Her hips 
rotated wildly as she opened her vagina up against his lashing tongue, 
suddenly breaking into a new more desperate rocking rhythm as the first 
waves of raw pleasure burned deep in her belly. 

"Oh God, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" she groaned as if in exquisite 
pain. 

The throes of the teenagers passion spurred Vince Lombridge to even more 
furious efforts driving him to fuck his slippery tongue fiercely in and out 
of her upward bucking cunt, flipping it up over her quivering clitoris each 
time her pelvis dropped away from his slavering mouth. 

"Ohhhhhh!" I'm cuuummmmmmmmming!" the young girl suddenly gasped, her breath 
coming in short gasps as she fought to regain her sanity in the drugged 
maelstrom of ecstasy into which she had fallen. 

Lombridge felt the endless streams of her cum flooding out of her 
palpitating pussy around his buried mouth, while he kept his leering eyes 
fixed on her face. He was looking up between her lewdly dancing breasts at 
her orgasm contorted young face as her head tossed crazily back and forth on 
the couch. The lust-inciting picture drove him wild and his hugely swollen 
cock jerk eagerly up and down as he knelt on the carpet between her legs. 

The club owner couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up from the floor, 
hovering over her like a great bird of prey about to swoop down upon its 
victim. The young red-head collapsed back spread-eagled on the divan after 
her orgasm, looking like one of the obscene photographs for sale all around 
Times Square. The glistening pink furrow of her almost virginal cunt was 
offered up to his eyes as her shapely skier's legs dangled down over the 
edge of the couch, and he leaned over her with his feet between hers. 
Hooking his hands under her knees he roughly drew her thighs up on either 
side of him and pressed them forward to her shoulders, flattening her 
breasts down against her chest. Then, planting his hands on either side of 
her shoulders he edged slowly forward until his rigidly jerking cock brushed 
up against her cum-drenched pubic mouth. He could look down between their 
panting bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and her glistening cuntal 
slit, pulsing visibly just inches from his painfully throbbing cock. 

The older man grinned an obscene grin above her as he edged his quivering 
penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the moist pink 
flower of her fleshy cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly lodged in 
place, ready to slip forward and impale her with the first lunge he would 
make with his hips. He could feel her beginning to strain upward to take his 
aching hardness up between her legs, her wetly caressing pussy lips touching 
off waves of unbearable pleasure deep in his sperm-bloated testicles hanging 
heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, as he hovered 
over her like a warrior about to spear into her unprotected belly, and then 
he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive into the red mantled 
mound of her cunt. 

At that moment Maggie came to her senses long enough to lift her head from 
the couch and glance at his hugely expanded shaft of flesh. She could feel 
its hot velvety tip throbbing just inside the outer flanges of her waiting 
pussy, threatening to drive her insane with lust, but the sight of the broad 
top forcing the lips farther apart than she would have believed possible 
made her suddenly flinch away from its massive girth in fright. 

"It-it's too big!" she moaned staring up at his lust-contorted face, her 
green eyes suddenly focused in terror on the evil sadistic grin above her. 
Then she knew that this older man would show her absolutely no mercy-he 
would enjoy hurting her as much as possible, and it would be the easiest 
thing in the world for him to do it! 

Lombridge flexed his buttocks slightly, sending his blunt blood-engorged 
cock head a fraction of an inch up into her tightly stretching cuntal mouth. 

"Ooooooooooh, dear God!" Maggie gasped as she felt the first hard pressure 
against the small elastic opening of her vagina. 

He pushed again, a little harder this time. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" she cried out as the desire-bloated tip slipped through, 
cruelly spreading the narrow resilient passage until the helpless red-head 
felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable 
inward pressure. 

"Ohhhhhh, no, please, no. You're hurting me! It hurts!" 

Maggie tossed her head from side to side, closing her eyes again with a 
shudder of horror as she felt the big smooth head of his penis pass 
completely inside her moist sensitive cuntal entrance filling her belly 
almost to the bursting point. 

The owner looked down once more at the lewd rod of flesh embedded halfway 
into her wetly glistening softness below. Only the tip was inside, though 
already she was squealing for mercy! Just wait till he worked the remaining 
hard length up inside her cringing little pussy-then she would have 
something to scream about! His own son Tod may have taken her cherry the 
night before, but she was still as tight and difficult to get into as any 
virgin the older man had ever fucked. 

Little by little, with almost infinitesimally short strokes, he began to 
screw in and out, not moving more than a fraction of an inch in either 
direction, waiting for her young narrow cunt to loosen up around his 
lust-heavy cock and take him all the way in. 

The young girl, thankful that he didn't shove it brutally up into her 
quivering belly without any preparation, slowly opened her eyes to look at 
him again. She was completely taken by surprise by his unexpected 
gentleness, allowing her pelvic muscles to relax slightly around his 
punishing thickness. 

Then she saw the grin twisting his face give way to a grimace of sheer raw 
lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, and with a low-pitched 
growl of animal warning, he prepared to push all the way up into her 
narrowly expanding pussy. Vince Lombridge had known some tight young cunts 
before, but none of them like this! Again he took in the debauched sight of 
her innocent young body lying helpless beneath him with the pulsating head 
of his hard cock disappearing up into the red hair that lined her cuntal 
lips. It felt so incredibly snug around the head of his cock!" 

"Jesus!" he gasped. "I've got to fuck you right now, baby!" 

The club owner felt her body stiffen in fright at his words and then he came 
heavily down upon her, ignoring her pleas, his weight crushing her nakedly 
trembling loins under him. His hips thrust forward with a smooth gliding 
motion as he sent his long thick cock driving into the seventeen year old 
red-head's narrow pussy, pushing the softly moist flesh of her tender 
vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until 
with a loud groan he felt his testicles slapping heavily into the upturned 
cheeks of her fearfully clenched buttocks. 

"Ooooooooooh God, ooooooooo, noooooooooo!" she wailed beneath him. She had 
never felt so filled in all her life, her vagina seemingly about to give way 
at the seams. It felt as though the invading rod of obscenely throbbing male 
flesh had ripped her narrow cuntal passage into a thousand tiny shreds. Mr. 
Lombridge had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, and now 
his heavily pounding member lay sunk deep in her pain-stretched passage, 
filling every part of her defenseless belly. There wasn't one tiny ridge of 
the thickly buried penis that she could not feel as her employer pressed his 
lust-driven rigidity harder against the soft inner walls of her cunt. 

Maggie felt as though she had been skewered on a spit, and she lay immobile, 
afraid to stir for fear of the agony it might cause. Then, suddenly, she 
felt a throb deep inside as he flexed his virile cock cruelly within her 
quivering young pussy, jerking up into her another half inch. 

"Uuuuuuu!" she groaned breathlessly, her innocent face twisting with a 
shooting pain in her loins. 

"Oh baby! What a cunt! a tight little baby cunt!" the club owner grunted 
down at her. 

He flexed again, bringing further anguished groans from her lips as his 
still growing cock bumped up into contact with the sensitive tip of her 
cervix. 

"Feel good yet?" Lombridge panted down at her in brutish delight. He himself 
was near ecstasy from the tight massaging feel of the young girl's vainly 
resisting pussy against his pulsating hardness. 

Maggie could not answer, only rolling her head from side to side with the 
pain. 

He flexed again with more force, unable to control himself any longer. 

"I said, do you like it!" he yelled down at her. He had to have a response, 
needed the pleasure of knowing he had begun to arouse her with his hard 
driving cock. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes!" Maggie cried, afraid to offend her boss for fear he would 
hurt her even more with his punishingly thick shaft. 

"Then beg me for it!" he commanded impatiently. 

"No, please ... I-I can't." she pleaded, her green eyes swimming with tears. 

"Say, 'fuck me' ... say you want my prick ... tell me you love getting 
screwed like this. NOW!" he insisted jerking his lust-hardened cock deep 
into her quivering belly once more. 

"Please ... no, don't please!" the frightened young red-head moaned, 
pressing upward against his chest with her jackknifed legs to push him off, 
to escape the depraved humiliation he was trying to subject her to. She 
could never bring herself to say those things!" 

But Vince Lombridge was too strong for her, letting his desire-hardened rod 
of flesh throb deeper and deeper, and with his hands he began to squeeze 
painfully at the ripe white mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts. 

"You little bitch, say it!" he commanded as he ground his aching pelvis as 
tightly into her open loins as he could go. 

Maggie finally broke under the strain, all her resistance flooding away like 
water through a drain. 

"Do it, do it to me!" she blurted out. Fuck me, Mr. Lombridge, "Fuck me 
hard!" 

The triumph of hearing her say the lewdly exciting words made Lombridge's 
blood-thickened cock throb with added lust and he began a slow in-and-out 
fucking motion, taking short gentle strokes at first, and then when he felt 
the young girl's pussy loosening and seeping with droplets of cuntal fluids, 
he gradually lengthened the strokes. 

Maggie clamped her teeth and tried to block what was happening to her 
completely from her mind. She concentrated on the ceiling chandelier beyond 
the older man's gently rocking head as he continued stroking in and out of 
her pillaged cunt, and tried to remember through the haze of alcohol and 
marijuana how she came to be in this position. Suddenly she began having a 
series of visions from her past, ticking by her memory as though each plunge 
he made up into her belly was a signal to change the scene. 

The young red-head saw herself at the age of three behind an open door with 
a little boy named Peter. Neither of them had any clothes on, and his little 
boy-penis looked just good enough to eat, which Maggie was about to try when 
her mother caught them. She still remembered the hot little tingle down in 
the pit of her stomach, and it was still there while her mother switched her 
bottom with a willow stick. 

Then came an image of the first boy who put his hand on her breasts when she 
was twelve-it had felt like fire racing from the young girls tingling 
nipples down over her belly and into the very centre of her hair-covered 
vagina. 

Her first French kiss at the age of thirteen-it had almost driven her wild 
when the older boy's tongue began slowly slipping in and out of her mouth. 
The memory made her groan and unconsciously lift her parted lips now toward 
those of Mr. Lombridge. 

The older man could see that he was finally getting to her. He locked his 
hot moist lips down over her mouth and speared his tongue in and out between 
her teeth like a second cock fucking into her lovely young face. 

The picture came to the helpless girl's mind of the first time she had 
touched her boy-friend Chuck's desire-rigid penis. It had been like holding 
a heated branding iron in her fingers, and she had throbbed with lust like 
an animal excited for the kill. 

There was no getting around it, Maggie told herself as she began to answer 
Lorn bridge's flicking tongue with her own. She'd always had the makings of 
a slut-now she may as well act like one and enjoy it! At least there was the 
possibility of getting more of what she wanted out of this. If taking her 
new boss's long hard cock into the soft confines of her vagina would help 
her get what she wanted, then she would give him all she wanted! 

Now, the young red-head had finally reached that point she had 
subconsciously always desired but had been until now afraid to reach. Maggie 
was beginning to let her body go to become the wanton, abandoned creature it 
had long tried to be. 

Lombridge seemed to sense the loss of Maggie's last remaining ounce of 
resistance, and lewdly sucking her tongue lip up into his mouth, he began a 
slow rocking motion down between her softly quivering thighs. He was pulling 
his about-to-burst cock almost all the way out of her moistening cunt now, 
then shoving it deliberately all the way up to the hilt again. Her upturned 
buttocks began a slow, rhythmic grinding motion beneath him, gradually 
increasing in urgency until her resilient ass-cheeks were slapping lightly 
up against his dangling testicles. 

Suddenly Maggie's entire tormented young body began to twist and writhe 
beneath his pounding weight, and she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, 
shoving her tongue with savage abandon deep into her winter employer's 
throat. Faint mewls of servile acceptance lifted up from her lungs, her face 
grimacing in passion-her mouth gaping under his, her smooth white neck 
straining, her nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead 
beneath her disheveled red hair. 

The older man's thick blood-engorged cock was slipping in and out of her 
cunt without resistance now, plunging headlong high up into the viscious 
passage while his pelvis muscles ground down into quivering bud of the young 
girl's clitoris. Maggie felt him slip his big hands down over the naked 
curves of her sensuously shivering flesh to slide beneath her undulating 
buttocks, cupping them, one in each hand, as he began to fuck into her with 
greater frenzy. Maggie began to flex and relax the muscles of her cushiony 
ass-cheeks while Lombridge clutched his fingers tightly into the white 
firmness of her flesh. He jerked her up harder to his aching loins and she 
pulled her painfully bent thighs back a little more, the moist wet hold of 
her pussy clasping his cock to greater and greater depths. Miraculously, the 
pain was past now and her legs on either side of Lombridge's impaling shaft 
of male hardness were jerking and quivering with an abandon she could not 
control. 

Her thoughts were by now silenced by the overpowering sensations, and the 
seventeen year old red-head closed her eyes and continued slipping her 
tongue upward into the club owner's mouth, low hums of velvety pleasure 
rumbling in her throat like the purring of a sleepy cat. There was nothing 
left for her now except the dizzying sensations filling her flesh as the 
long rigid rock fucked in and out of her hungry pussy. 

Vince Lombridge was slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother 
strokes that drew his lust-hardened cock nearly out of the young girl's 
clasping vagina on the outstroke and then plunged it forward between her 
thighs again until she could feel the harsh slap of his testicles against 
the exposed crevice of her anus. She began twisting and squirming wantonly 
under his ravishment of her uptilted loins, and when he had brought his hand 
around to where his cock was sliding in and out of her wide-open pussy, 
Maggie felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt. His 
fingers continued to play there until groans of unrestrained lust formed in 
her throat and escaped her lips into his hot voracious mouth. 

"Fuck my little cunt harder. Oh God," she heard herself say in passionate 
tones. Her widening vaginal passage was steeped in ravenous desire, 
swallowing the whole of the older man's penis as he plunged mercilessly to 
her very core. 

"Ah! Ah! Yes, yes," Maggie cried out as suddenly Lombridge quickened his 
thrust and the tormenting ecstasy of pleasure caused her to thrash and buck 
even more wildly beneath him. She could feel him pressing his hands back up 
under her knees now, forcing them back hard on either side of her head and 
down against the soft cushions of the couch, angling her cunt upward even 
more and stretching it wide to receive the pile-driving pounding of his 
loins as he thrust brutally into her. 

"Ooooooooooh, ooooooooooh," she chanted beneath him, her features contorting 
into an unrecognizable mask of insane passion that was totally new to her. 
Again, as if in response to her cries, her boss quickened his stroke, 
grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick hard cock boring 
hard up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She had become a tender mass 
of exquisite pleasure and she could feel the most unbearable pressure 
building up inside her fluttering belly. Vaguely, in her trance of desire, 
the young girl was aware of his hands running over her naked body like 
searching tongues of fire, aware of his soft wet lips sucking at her 
spearing tongue, aware of the hot viscous friction of his naked rod of flesh 
fucking up into her willing cunt. She had become nothing more than that 
wetly pulsing passage of burning flesh clasping onto the older man's penis 
for dear life-that was it! This was the be-all and end-all of her life! All 
she wanted and waited for and needed was coming to her right now. 

She had miscalculated. Whereas Maggie Reynolds, the athlete, the girl skier, 
could only win medals and money, Maggie Reynolds, the slut, could experience 
these mind-blowing sensations anytime there was a man to fuck her. Her whole 
world could be different. What she had believed to be ambition all during 
her adolescence was now shown to be only sublimated lust for a man's hotly 
thrusting penis. 

"FUCK ME!" she cried. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she egged him on, 
lurching up at him with her whole body to meet his hammering loins. "HARDER! 
OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" 

Panting and writhing beneath him, she heard his hot breath near her ear, but 
he didn't say anything. All his concentration now centered in her wetly 
grinding pussy below. His lust-driven cock was an unrelenting force raging 
up between her legs, making her tingle with electric desire from the tips of 
her toes to the top of her vivacious red-head. 

She opened her eyes wide and stared up at the ceiling without seeing it. 

"OH GOD-OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped out. 

"Are you cumming, baby? Is your tight baby cunt creaming?" Vince Lombridge's 
sultry voice gasped hoarsely into her ear. His obscene language shook Maggie 
with another barrage of sensual shivers that sent her hurtling across the 
edge of release. 

"OHHH GOD, YESSS, YESS! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING!" and even as she jerked and 
bucked against the muscular body of the older man, she felt his stiffened 
cock throb and grow larger still until it tensed like a vibrating snake 
inside her cunt, pumping hot thick sperm far up into her whitely quivering 
belly, their juices mingling lewdly inside her in a wet pool of bliss and 
lust she had never known could exist. 

Over and over her cum-tightened cuntal muscles rippled against the tough yet 
tender skin of her employer's spending penis. Over and over again she ground 
her hungrily sucking pussy up and back and around the still sliding ramrod 
of Lombridge's penis. The passion-drenched folds of her secret flesh within 
grasped at the slowly deflating shaft of flesh and tried to hold it, to keep 
it there, forever like that-filling, thrilling, fulfilling. She felt as 
though she were caught suspended upon it, carried to the highest point of 
excitement where she lingered, lovingly, until at last there seemed no more 
strength left to feed her desire. 

"Ummmm mmmmm!" At last Maggie's long lithe legs went limp, jerking 
convulsively and finally falling out to the sides as Vince Lombridge 
released his hold on her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as 
though it would burst! She had just been fragmented into a million separate 
instants of pure joy, but now the tide of her feelings was going down, and 
the temporarily forgotten wave of humiliation and shame returned to her, 
flooding her mind as she remembered where she was and the things Mr. 
Lombridge had made her say and do. With him lying on top of her with his 
softer but still thick penis buried to the hilt up inside her cum-flooded 
belly, she began to whimper with self-pity. 

"What have I done?" she wailed, turning her face to the side. 

Vince Lombridge pulled back out of her hotly clasping cunt, his deflating 
cock clipping from the tender wetness with a lewd loud sucking noise. He 
held himself poised above her, panting hard, himself dazed by the degree of 
intensity he had reached during the peak of raping the tender young skier. 
He was glad his friend Harry had suggested this young beauty for the club, 
and he was already looking forward to accomplishing more varied sexual acts 
with her during the winter season. He knew she would never leave the job 
because of what had happened to her with him and before that with his son, 
Tod. She was hooked on fucking for good, whether she knew it herself or not. 
Once a woman was fucked like that, he thought, with or without her willing 
cooperation, she would never be satisfied again unil she could again get a 
man's hard-rock cock deep inside her spreading pussy. And the way this 
inexperienced young red-head had lost all control under him was a testament 
to the fact that she had that little touch of whore he could always find in 
a woman, and further proof of the fact that he knew how to get the best out 
of his sturdy cock. 

As Tod Lombridge lifted his satiated body up from the young girl, he saw 
large tears begin to well up in her green eyes but he wasn't concerned. Now 
she was ashamed because of how easily she had given herself to him but later 
on, if he played his cards right, he'd have her eating out of his hands. 

"Come on, baby girl, don't cry. This is the way you're gonna get what you 
want," the older man told her reassuringly as he dressed. "If every man on 
the committee got a little of that, you'd have no problems getting into the 
Olympics, believe me!" Lombridge thought about the members of the committee 
and knew that certainly was the truth, although there were a couple of men 
wouldn't even know what to do with it, if they got it. One was a minister, 
the other was definitely on the fruity side. 

Maggie looked up from the couch, she couldn't tell now if the older man was 
joking or not. Oh he was handsome though, she thought as she looked at him, 
he was certainly the best lay she'd ever had. This was only her second time 
and already she knew she was born to be a slut! 

"I was only joking baby, you won't have to do that. Although I'm telling you 
it wouldn't do any harm to give Jack Shultz a little of what you've got." 

"Wh-what?" Maggie blurted out. Did Mr. Lombridge actually think she'd give 
someone her body in exchange for an Olympic recommendation. 

"Don't play innocent honey, I just said it wouldn't do any harm to give Jack 
Shultz a little go. He's the one who officially will present your name to 
the steering committee. He'd be pretty hard to turn on though the old goat, 
but I'm sure once you got him going-whew, watch out." 

Vince Lombridge suddenly realized that he was talking to this innocent young 
girl as if she were a sophisticated woman. He'd better watch his step after 
all he wanted to screw this hot little bitch again himself. 

"I'm sorry, my dear, forgive me," Lombridge said as he smoothed his shirt 
into perfect order. He now stood completely clothed before the gorgeous 
young red-head. He couldn't help but smile at the picture of perfect 
innocence she made sitting on the couch, her naked body placed so daintily, 
her arms hugging her fully blossomed breasts and her thighs nipped together 
in childish innocence. I wonder what's going on in her pretty little head, 
he mused. Maybe she's more calculating than I think. 

The smart young red-head had just realized something very important to her 
future career. Not only had she fucked this older man without a qualm but 
she realized she was perfectly willing to fuck other older men, and she also 
realized that the thought of it was exciting to her and made her pussy 
tingle with anticipation She threw a calculated sensual smile at the older 
man at the same time slowly tracing her thighs and waist with her fingertips 
bringing them up at last over her taut, up-thrust ripe breasts. 

"Oh baby, you learn fast," the older man told her in a deep throaty voice. 
And as he watched her rise from the couch and place her legs widespread on 
the rug he felt his drained cock begin to throb with new life. She threw her 
voluptuous breasts towards him in a defiant gesture and looking down at the 
pert red little triangle he had fucked so recently he couldn't believe his 
eyes, it looked as if she were ready for another round of the same. 

Maggie, however, had another thought in her mind. Now was the time to talk 
business. She wriggled into her silky black dress making sure to turn her 
tantalizing buttocks towards the older man as she did. She d show him she 
wasn't a slave to her body-at least not yet. 

"When can I meet .-his man from the steering committee," the red-head said 
casually minutes later as she perched herself on the corner of a nearby 
desk. 

Holy Christ! I've never seen anything like her, thought the older man. He 
scrutinized her minutely for signs of possible madness, no he couldn't 
detect any. She was just incredibly ambitious, much more so than he had 
realized. Nothing would stop her from winning, he could see that now. 

That was, unless she came to be permanently addicted to sex. After what had 
just happened he began to have serious doubts about her career, at first 
he'd thought differently, but now... 

"Relax baby, and have another Brandy. Tomorrow is Sunday, enjoy yourself 
while you can, you begin work in earnest on Monday so I want you to be 
rested. Monday I'll get in touch with Shultz. Until then just relax." 

"Oh fine," the young girl said enthusiastically. Maggie could still feel a 
little twinge of humiliation deep inside of her but she knew it would pass. 
She'd just passed some kind of test, she wouldn't have another one like that 
for quite a while. 

Deep inside of herself Maggie Reynolds knew that she had just passed a test 
and had moved to an entirely new level of existence. Before she had wondered 
what it would be like to be a woman, now she was one. Before there had 
always been something missing. 

Now she was sure. 

She was a woman, her life had just begun! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The first day went really well for Maggie. She had a children's ski class 
all morning long and she had really enjoyed teaching them. Word had already 
got around that a fantastic new ski coach was at the Squaw Valley Ski Club 
and mothers had been calling all morning long to reserve time for their 
darlings. She had a quick run down the slopes herself after lunch and then 
took a class of older men and women later in the afternoon. All day long she 
thought about her impending engagement that evening with Jack Shultz. 

Vince Lombridge had arranged that he would take Maggie to meet Shultz in the 
committee room at seven o'clock that evening. Maggie took a light supper and 
after a quick shower dressed herself in a deep blue floral mini dress. She 
looked at herself in the mirror to see how Mr. Shultz would see her, and was 
pleased with what she saw. Good body, long shapely legs, firm buttocks, good 
breasts, he'll like me for sure. She had her doubts about using her body to 
get what she wanted but she ignored them for the most part. She'd go on with 
her plan and if things didn't work out, then she'd go to college or 
something. 

The committee room was long and narrow, conforming to the shape of the oak 
table running almost its full length. There were about twenty-five chairs 
around the table, all of them empty, except for one at the head of the room. 

"Lock the door, Miss Reynolds," the man said in cold austere tones. Maggie 
obeyed and started to move towards the older man. 

"Stop," he commanded and Maggie did as she was told. From where she stood it 
was hard to make out what the older man looked like, his face was obviously 
wrinkled and his hair once black, now had streaks of gray running through 
it. He was probably quite handsome and virile looking but was definitely on 
the other side of good looking now. 

"Walk for me Miss Reynolds, it reveals a lot about a person's character when 
they walk. Judges can tell a lot by your walk." 

Maggie felt very apprehensive about the whole affair. In the first place the 
man at the end of the table sounded so cold and aloof. 

"No, no, not like that. Step on the table please Miss Reynolds so I can see 
you better." 

Maggie looked at the older man for approval and he smiled faintly and nodded 
his head. 

"That's right, now walk towards me slowly," he commanded. Maggie noticed 
that the older man was breathing rather heavily as she approached him. 

"Yes, very nice, very nice indeed," Jack Shultz muttered to himself as he 
watched the luscious red-head sway her seductive body before him. Shultz 
felt the first twinge of desire begin to swirl down in his loins as he 
watched the girl's long stockinged legs and her trim yet well rounded hips. 
Her pert up-thrust young breasts bounced oh so deliciously under the thin 
material of her deep blue mini-dress bringing even more excitement to his 
quivering cock. 

Jack Shultz looked at the young girl and thought to himself that maybe this 
time Vince Lombridge was right. This delicious little red-head did seem to 
be doing something to him. It had been getting more and more difficult for 
him to be aroused by women, even though Lombridge had sent enough of them 
his way. It was hard to understand what had happened to him, all his life 
he'd been driven by women and now of late, nothing, no woman could arouse 
him enough to harden his cock for a good fuck. Shultz had begin to think 
he'd had it. 

Maggie had reached half-way down the table when Shultz commanded her to 
stop. 

"That's right, stop there. Turn around I want to see you from the back." 

Maggie was close enough now to see that indeed Shultz was older than she 
thought. That's good, she thought, at least he won't demand more than I can 
give. Maggie turned around and notice that Shultz was breathing heavily, 
also that he was doing something on his lap. Finally, he stopped whatever he 
was doing and looked at her eyes again. 

"Come closer Miss Reynolds," he whispered. 

"My dear I want to come straight to the point, at my age I don't like to 
dally around." as he spoke the older man looked intently into her eyes. 

"You're an exciting young woman, Miss Reynolds and I certainly would like to 
help you, if you'll do a little something for me." Slowly the older man 
removed his hands from his lap and the young red-head eyes almost popped out 
of her head at the side of the committee chairman's exposed, long slightly 
swollen penis. It was partly erect and was quivering snake like between his 
legs. Maggie sucked in a deep breath as she realized how big it was now, 
that cock erected she thought would be the biggest she had yet. 

"Mr. Shultz, what are you talking about," the young girl's speech faltered 
as she realized how lustfully she was positioned above him. 

"Don't worry my dear, I'll explain," the older man told her in calm tones. 
"Sit here in front of me," he said patting the table. 

Maggie did as she was told and sat down nervously on the table in front of 
her, situating herself so as to give the older man an open view up into her 
panty-clad pussy. He in turn licking his lips greedily as he looked up her 
luscious thighs. 

"I've been trying hard to remember what I've been turned on by in the past, 
he began. "This morning I remembered my first love affair with a woman and I 
dug this out of a battered old suitcase in the basement of my house, when I 
heard you were coming to see me." 

He took an old photograph in sepia tones out of his briefcase and held it up 
for Maggie to see. The picture was of a woman holding an old fashioned 
bicycle. She was wearing an extremely short skirt and was bending over to 
adjust one of the peddles on her bicycle. Her face was turned towards the 
camera as if caught in the act and a surprised, puckered expression covered 
her mouth. The round half-moons of her buttocks were encased in sheet white 
panties, revealing the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks and the 
beginning of her pussy could almost be seen peeking through the sheer 
fabric. Her thighs were clenched together and everything about the picture 
sobbed, fuck me! 

"I was twelve years old when I stole this photograph from my uncle's house," 
Shultz said in a faraway voice. I studied this picture until I knew every 
inch of her flesh, she had no secrets from me." The older man looked at the 
young girl to see if she thought he was crazy and then went on, "That little 
filly really used to turn me on I can tell you." 

Maggie was totally mystified as to what he wanted to do but deduced to be 
patient and wait and see. 

"Miss Reynolds, would you mind posing for me like this," the older man said 
with the beginnings of a drool crossing his lips, as he remembered how he 
used to jerk off four and five times a day with this photograph, and how 
even now at the thought of it his cock was beginning to stir strongly as if 
in remembrance. 

Maggie looked at the older man as if he had gone totally out of his mind. 
But she decided to comply anyway and slipping off the table she assumed the 
pose exactly as it was in the photograph. Maggie held her legs together like 
the girl, her calves curing out from where they touched each other, her 
softly rounded things pressed modestly together and her firm young buttocks 
thrust out toward the older man's face behind her. Then she turned to look 
at him sitting in his chair. 

Jack Shultz's enthralled eyes bore into her scantily covered ass-cheeks 
feeling the lust mounting in his already hardened cock. This was better than 
he had dreamed of. The round moon-shape of the girl's buttocks was hidden 
from sight only by the thin surface of her sheer panties and it was almost 
as if she were naked. 

"Yes, I used to stand in front of this picture and jack myself off," the 
older man confessed to the young girl. As he talked his hand moved up and 
down the length of his hardening penis, wrapping his fingers around the 
swollen flesh to tease the foreskin up and down over the bloated tip-end. 
Maggie watched with mixed feelings of horror and fascination as he worked 
his shaft into even greater proportions. Why not please the old boy, she 
thought, he wasn't asking much after all she'd gone through. And with this 
though in mind Maggie Reynolds threw herself wholeheartedly into the drama. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," she cooed back at him, pursing her lips into a sensual pout 
just like the girl in the picture, her flashing green eyes fastened to his 
hand slipping up and down on his still swelling penis. The vivacious young 
red-head swayed her enticing buttocks from side to side to further excite 
the older man and as she did so his hand began jerking up and down faster. 

"Oh my, this is good," he drooled as he watched her tantalizing buttocks 
swaying back and forth before his greedy eyes. "The big moment would be when 
I was about to cum and I would move right up to her pretty little ass and 
spurt all over her," the older man continued, "At the same time that Shultz 
was masturbating he was getting up from his chair and moving closer to the 
upturned buttocks until he stood only inches away from her. 

"What I always wished I could do was this"' she heard him say behind her 
back. His hugely expanding cock was out of her line of sight now up close 
behind her thinly protected buttocks, and she felt a tiny shiver of fear 
pass through her body. 

Maggie wished she knew for sure what he wanted to do she had heard stories 
of all kinds of perversions from some of the bolder girls at high school, 
and she was beginning to wonder if this strange older man had something like 
that in mind for her. 

"I always wanted to be able to peel her panties down off smooth white ass 
like this," he went on. The young girl shuddered slightly as his fingers 
reached up under the hem of her mini-skirt and found the narrow elastic 
waistband of her panties. Slowly and deliberately he slipped them down over 
the young girl's upraised white buttocks, his now fully hardened cock 
jerking with excitement in his right hand as her narrow nether crevice came 
into view. Gradually the whole of the twin mounds were nakedly exposed to 
his view, the sheer material of the pantyhose rolled halfway down Maggie's 
tensely quivering thighs. 

It was then that the young red-head felt his fingertips playing over her 
defenselessly bare buttocks, pausing briefly to tease at her tiny puckered 
anus before teasing down along the narrow crevice to burrow in between the 
smooth softness of her upper thighs. She felt an unexpected tingle of 
excitement from the lewd intrusion he was making up between her inner 
thighs, and a small moan escaped her lips when she felt his exploring middle 
finger tease its way into the moist tender flesh of her vaginal opening. 

"I always dreamed of spreading her thighs apart like this from behind and 
shoving my hard prick right up into her cunt," the chairman of the steering 
committee said, panting for breath now that he was on the verge of having an 
old fantasy come true. 

His fingers were softly manipulating Maggie's quivering clitoral bud, while 
at the same time he spread his hand to force her trembling thighs wider 
apart. The man's lewdly droning words were causing explainable little 
flutters of obscene delight down in Maggie's loins, or perhaps it was his 
gently stroking finger which slipped occasionally into the moistening hot 
entrance to her pussy. Whatever it was that caused it, Maggie's body was 
beginning to respond in spite of her persisting fears, the secretions of her 
desire beginning to flow freely from the inner walls of her vagina. The 
red-head's flexing and relaxing buttocks jiggled from side to side as she 
undulated her torso before Shultz's greedily watching eyes. 

Maggie's face was still turned back to him over her shoulder, watching the 
expressions of rising lust passing over his craggy features. Suddenly a 
cruel glint appeared in his eyes and the older man compressed his lips into 
a sadistic little grin. 

"I used to think about how her pretty little smile would change into a twist 
of pain as soon as I had filled her with my hard-on," he growled up behind 
her. At that moment Shultz moved forward and placed the tip of his 
blood-engorged cock up between her soft inner thighs, setting it into place 
with his fingertips at the slightly spread opening of her cunt. Holding his 
throbbing hardness in place at the hot little mouth with one hand, the 
lascivious older man used his other hand to stretch the curl-rimmed pink 
flanges of the young girl's pussy out to each side, giving his 
lust-stiffened cock greater access to her palpitating cuntal softness. 

Maggie felt his heated rigidity firmly lodged up between her thighs, ready 
to spear up into her nakedly back-thrust vagina, and her whole body quivered 
from fear and lewd anticipation. She still remembered the endless sensations 
she had felt when she was cumming on Vince Lombridge's penis and the thought 
of being fucked again by a different man much older than she-and like this, 
dog-fashion-was suddenly filling her with a degree of passion that made her 
squirm back against the great rod of rock-hard flesh set in place between 
her legs. 

There was a little more pressure, and Maggie felt the tiny opening 
stretching painfully from the huge bulbous thickness of his cock-head. She 
wondered for a moment if she would be able to take it inside her from the 
back that way. It was so big and she had never dreamed of doing it this way. 
It might hurt! 

"No, wait," she said, suddenly changing her mind about going along with 
whatever he wanted. 

But it was too late. Sensing her reluctance even before she had spoken, the 
chairman had moved his hands onto the red-head's hips and held her tightly 
in his vise-like grip. Now that he had this little bitch in front of him, 
with his aching cock poised to plunge up into her moist little cunt, he 
wasn't about to let her get away. This was a chance of a lifetime. 

Shultz flexed his buttocks and lunged forward from the tips of his toes, 
sending his throbbing hard rock ramming up into the moist fleshy tightness 
of the young girl's unprepared pussy until he was all the way into the hilt. 
He could feel the narrow walls of her cunt rippling softly around his 
pulsating shaft as the cruelly expanded passage adjusted itself to his 
thickness. 

"Ohh, baby, you did it!" Shultz groaned down at her, enjoying the squirming 
of her naked buttocks as she tried to escape the brutal impalement. 

"Oaaagh! It's so big. It hurts!" the young red-head winced in agony, the 
tresses of her long red hair whipping back and forth on the polished table 
top as she tossed her head from side to side. Not content to wait for her to 
get used to his hardness buried up in the very depths of her belly, the 
chairman began slipping relentlessly in and out of her warm enveloping 
cuntal passage. Maggie winced and moaned from the painful friction inside 
her searing hot vagina, but her will to fight this lascivious ravishment of 
her loins from the rear was gone, driven away with the first skewering 
thrust of Mr. Shultz's hard cock deep in her defenseless belly. As though 
the tip of her cervix were a switch to turn her on, a salacious thrill of 
excitement ran through her that left no room in mind for pain. All that was 
left now was the hard pumping rod of flesh hurtling into her from behind, 
stretching and filling her yielding cunt beyond belief. 

"Fuck back! Fuck your ass back!" Maggie heard the older man gasp behind her, 
and she passionately surrendered her will to his, screwing her squirming 
buttocks tightly back against his pounding thighs. 

She felt a cold sharp sensation when she inadvertently touched the tender 
skin of her inner thighs on his metal zipper, but she only broke her rhythm 
a split second catching up with his quickening strokes immediately. 

Shultz was grunting above and behind her now like a rutting animal, his long 
unspent load of cum beginning to swirl heatedly down deep in his testicles. 
He had thought he would feel tired before now, but his body felt like a 
tightly wound spring about to snap as he stroked faster and faster up into 
her wetly grinding pussy. The little bitch didn't look like it, but she was 
a real fucking whore the way she sent her cunt sucking back after his hotly 
plunging rod. Maddening little ripples of flesh ran back and forth inside 
her moistly screwing pussy, working like tiny hands to milk the white-hot 
sperm out of his swollen cock. She was so hot she had already reached the 
verge of cumming, a thought that put the older man over the hump and on the 
way to his own orgasm. 

Maggie felt him fucking harder and harder up between her legs, then the 
rapid jerking of his wetly sluicing cock told her he was about to finish and 
she knew she had made it. She had made it! 

"Ohhh, cum', cum, darling," she cooed back at him with her lips pursed in a 
lewd pout. Her right hand reached back between the conference table and her 
slightly spread thighs and fondled his testicles each time they slapped up 
against her quivering buttocks. "Oh lover, I want you to fill me with your 
sticky white semen, give me your lewd cum deep inside my cunt. Oh, cum, 
darling, cummmmmmmm!" 

When Shultz hear that, it pushed him right over the edge and he gasped. 
"Christ! I'm cumming, baby! Here it comes!" The older man's penis went into 
spasms of ecstasy, spurting again and again inside her violently quivering 
vagina. 

The Maggie felt hot flashes darting through her loins and she moaned out 
loud as her own orgasm coincided with his. Shultz's think slippery cock 
pounded into her time and time again in rhythm with his grunting voice 
behind her until finally he slammed his pelvis up tight against her flexing 
buttocks and held her there pinned on his throbbing penis. 

"Oh God, of God," she was whimpering in front of him. The young girl was 
surprised that she had had an orgasm. She had not been excited by the 
prospect of making love with this old man at all, but nevertheless she had 
once again lost control of herself and reacted like a cheap two-dollar 
whore. 

The steering committee chairman leaned away from the cushion of her buttocks 
and watched his now limp penis slip wetly out of her widely expanded cunt. 
There was a small sucking noise as the softening cock-head came free of the 
clasping pink pussy lips, followed then by a thin trail of sticky white 
semen seeping from the battered opening. 

Dropping back into his chair with a deep moan of satiation, the older man 
suddenly felt very sleepy from the exquisite fatigue flooding his body. His 
eyes still fastened on the young girl's nakedly exposed ass-cheeks he smiled 
a smile of deep satisfaction. 

"Miss Reynolds I will recommend your name to the committee the first thing 
in the morning, yes indeed, it will be my pleasure," the older man said in 
triumphant tones. "Oh yes, if I may give you a little advice, don't neglect 
Mr. Jed White if you are really serious about the Olympics. He's the 
president of the Committee and his word is final." 

Maggie was still dazed and found it difficult to fully understand what the 
older man was saying. However, she slowly began to dress, pulling her 
panties back over her soft white buttocks. She could still feel the sticky 
cum dripping between her inner thighs, it felt lewd and obscene at the same 
time as feeling deeply exciting and she rubbed her legs together to feel it 
even more. Too bad if anyone noticed the stain on her dress, they could 
think what they wanted for all she cared. 

"Mr. Shultz, please don't misunderstand me, I didn't do this so I could get 
the club's nomination-I wouldn't want you to think that. . . " 

The older man smiled reassuringly at the young girl and gave her a knowing 
wink. This little cunt's going to go a long way he thought. Although she'd 
better watch out, in case she gets more than she bargained for. 

"Don't worry Miss Reynolds, this is our little secret," the older man said 
carefully, letting the young girl know with his eyes that she was to 
definitely keep her mouth shut about the whole event. 

"Oh don't worry Mr. Shultz, I won't mention it to a soul. Thank you, thank 
you for everything." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Vince Lombridge and his son Tod had spent the morning playing pool together 
and they were now having a light lunch and discussing their favorite 
subject: sex. At this moment they were obviously on the verge of a heated 
argument. 

"Are you trying to tell me something you old bastard, because if you are 
you'd better come right out with it," Tom Lombridge told his father in more 
than furious tones. 

"Don't get so heated up Tod, all I'm telling you is that I'm a better fuck 
than you are," the older man said in sneering tones, 'just look at that 
little red-headed bitch, she got something from me that she didn't get from 
you that's obvious." 

The young boy was furious at his father's sense of superiority and 
determined that this subject could be cleared up once and for all. 

"Well father the only way we're going to solve this is to put it to the 
test." 

"How's that, what are you talking about the older man said perking up his 
ears. He was definitely ready to have another go at the red-heads juicy 
little cunt. Over the years he'd learned how to get the most out of a pussy, 
making sure the girl was really ready to explode before he plunged finally 
into his belly spilling his semen deep inside of her. It made him feel good 
to know he'd made the girl cum just as fantastically as he had. 

"We'll have a contest, father--we'll fuck her both at the same time take 
turns on her. Then we'll judge the best performance as to who can go the 
longest, etc. 

The older man's eyes lit up, this was something new. Many times they had 
fucked the same girl but at different times but now his son was suggesting a 
regular gang-bang. Well he was ready for anything and he licked his lips in 
anticipation. "Great idea son," the older man said enthusiastically. "Don't 
forget the dope, the little bitch really gets turned on." 

"Okay, you're on, we'll fix it up for next Friday night. Make sure, you 
leave the whole evening free." 

The young boy looked at his father and saw himself mirrored there, wasn't 
too bad of a prospect to be like the old boy, he was still banging away as 
much as ever. Yes, sir the old boy was as lecherous as ever. Old age wasn't 
so bad after all. 

At the same time as Vince Lombridge and his son Tod were making plans for 
their gang-bang, a white Lotus Elite was speeding through the Sierras. 
Maggie Reynolds couldn't take her eyes off the speedometer, although they 
were driving along incredibly tortuous roads their speed hadn't dropped 
beneath eighty-five miles an hour. At the wheel of the sports car was Jed 
White President of the committee. He was having great difficulty at this 
point in concentrating on the road having already drunk a great deal of 
Brandy, and was at this moment holding the bottle up to his lips. 

After a while the President took his eyes off the road to check out the 
gorgeous young red-head sitting next to him. He ran his eyes over her 
tempting body, her long slender legs exposed up to her firm young upper 
thighs, and reaching her full, well-rounded breasts he sucked in his breath. 
So ripe to suck he thought and he scanned her tight sweater, for sure she 
wasn't wearing a thing underneath. 

White was almost forty years old but he was still an incredibly handsome 
man. Notorious in the district for women and fast cars, he had quite a 
reputation. He unscrewed the plastic penis-shaped knob on the gearshift and 
mused about what he'd like to do with it, or what he'd like it to do to the 
luscious little red-head sitting next to him. 

From all he had heard this little cunt would stop at nothing to get into the 
Olympics and he, for sure, was going to find out if that was true. She 
looked so innocent, it was hard to believe all the stories he'd heard about 
her still you never could tell ... 

"Pull your dress up," the older man ordered her sternly. 

At first Maggie didn't think she'd heard correctly and so she didn't obey 
but when the older man began to swerve the car all over the road and curse 
under his breath, "you bitch do as I say, right now," she knew she'd better 
obey, or else. 

"Pull it up over your head you little cunt, pull it up," Jed White said 
holding the wheel with one hand and jerking on her dress with the other. 

Afraid to disobey him the trembling young girl hiked her dress up and 
exposed her scanty black panties and her thighs. 

"All the way up, I said," the older man said in threatening tones. Maggie 
was frightened and amazed at the intensity of the man, it was the first time 
he'd even spoken to her since she got into the car over forty-five minutes 
ago. She knew he wanted something from her but this was not what she 
expected. her dress up around he waist, exposing her loins and her softly 
rounded belly to his hungry eyes. At least he could stop the car, she 
thought. 

"I wanna see your cunt, take your panties off and prop your leg up on the 
seat," he ordered her. He swerved the car dangerously near to the edge of 
the road to make her realized he meant what he said. "Listen baby, either 
you do what I say, or you'll walk home and we're miles from the nearest 
town. Show me your little cunt, or freeze it off, your choice." 

"S-sure Mr. White," the young girl trembled taking off her black panties as 
quickly as possible. She felt a strange thrill when her buttocks and thighs 
touched the cold leather seat of the car but she quickly raised her leg over 
the seat exposing all of her moist red curly pussy to his sadistic eyes. 

"Better," he growled as he felt his cock throbbing to life inside his pants. 
"Now spread the lips of your cunt wide open." 

Maggie responded as if in a dream. The coldness of his words shocked her but 
she responded anyway. Spreading the tiny pink folds of pussy flesh back with 
her first and third fingers, she let her extended middle finger lie lightly 
over her swollen clitoral bud and the tiny little mouth of her vagina. Small 
droplets of moisture were beginning to form in the narrow valley, glistening 
in the setting sun. 

White licked his lips sensually as he watched the girl touching herself. 
"Now then baby, finger-fuck your little cunt until it gets good and hot," it 
didn't take long for White to see that the girl really liked touching 
herself and pretty soon he saw the tip of her middle finger disappear fully 
up into the moistly expanding opening of her cunt-he knew he couldn't wait 
any longer. 

Quickly he unzipped his pants and freed his already pulsating cock and 
pulling back the seat at the same time to give himself more room. 

Lasciviously the older man began to stroke his huge cock, pulling the outer 
skin up and down over the bulbous head. His loins felt as if they were on 
fire now from the sight of the red-head's exciting little cunt and he 
pressed the gas pedal even harder causing the car to swerve on the road so 
dangerously that the young girl began to gasp for breath, so panicked was 
she. 

All the time the incensed older man took quick glimpses of the young girl 
dipping her middle finger in and out of her moist little cunt and when he 
saw that she was really aroused, the president took his hand from his penis 
and stretched out his legs. 

"Suck my cock, baby," he commanded her. 

Maggie could hardly believe her eyes, nor could she believe what was 
happened to her inside. She was excited as she had never been before, the 
act the president was performing was so lewd and erotic to her that her 
whole body was on fire. 

Without a moment's hesitation the young red-head got on the floor of the car 
and leaned over until his throbbing shaft was only inches from her mouth. 
Her fingers continued to massage the by now fully swollen clitoris while 
White's hand slipped up over her back and caressed her nakedkly up-thrust 
buttocks. He explored the widespread crevice between her firm round 
ass-cheeks until his middle finger found the tiny puckered opening of her 
anus. Teasingly he circled the right little rubbery ring, pressing softly 
inward and then retreating again as his own hand continued to work furiously 
up between her legs. 

Maggie suddenly remembered that White was still driving the car with this 
other hand and glancing up she saw that the car was now up to ninety. Jesus 
Christ! he'd kill them both! 

"Suck my prick baby," he commanded. 

The amazed young girl looked at the rock-hard cock throbbing in front of her 
eyes and wondered how she could put such hugeness into her mouth. White 
slammed his foot on the accelerator. "I said suck my prick, baby," this time 
his tone was more threatening. "Suck it, I said," with his hand still 
playing around the girl's nakedly exposed buttocks the impatient president 
thrust his middle finger brutally up into the depths of the seventeen year 
old girl's small defenseless anus. 

"Agggh!" the young girl jerked in sudden pain. "Stop! It hurts! I'll do it! 
Whatever you say. I'll do it!" 

"Now!" he insisted, pushing his finger up past the second knuckle in her 
squirming rectum. 

"Ohhhh! All right!" she agreed, feeling the speeding car slow back to a 
slightly safer speed. 

Maggie knew for sure she'd have to do this and she wanted it to be as quick 
as possible otherwise he'd kill them both. She lowered her face slowly to 
her hungry penis until she could see the tiny droplets of seminal fluid 
seeping from the glands at the end. With her right hand she began stroking 
the softly palpitating shaft, slipping the thick foreskin back and forth so 
tantalizingly that White groaned with pleasure above her. Maggie had a lot 
of practice with this with her boyfriend Chuck, she knew how to use her 
hands on a cock, although Chuck had never forced her to suck him, he'd 
wanted it but she had never done it. Until now she had felt it was too 
humiliating and debasing to even think about. 

The older man was having a hard time keeping the lust in his loins under 
control and steer the car at the same time. His obscenely buried finger 
caused her to jerk her buttocks again as he shoved it still farther inside 
and twisted it painfully up in her sensitive rectum. Impatiently White 
lifted his pelvis to bring his pulsing cock closer to her hovering mouth, 
and when she still didn't move to put her lips over it, her jerked his 
finger roughly back out of her plundered anus, bringing another cry of pain 
from her throat. Then he clutched her flaming red hair in his fingers and 
with tantalizing slowness forced her to drop lower and lower, until her 
resistance finally gave way and her wetly parted lips opened around his 
massive hardness, enclosing the tip inside her mouth with a warm moist 
pressure. 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he breathed out his satisfaction, his mind reeling with 
excitement as he felt the moist softness of her tongue swirling 
experimentally over the throbbing tip of his lust-driven hard cock. 
Involuntarily he began moving, his buttocks flexing automatically up and 
down, fucking into the young red-heads hungrily sucking mouth. 

Maggie knew that the only thing to do was to make him cum as soon as 
possible and get it over with. She felt her stomach retch at the thought of 
his sticky hot semen spewing into her mouth. She felt is if the massive 
blood-engorged shart plunging into her mouth would choke her to death, and 
she fought desperately to keep the hot fluids from seeping into her throat. 
Her right hand milked hungrily at his cum-boated balls still inside his 
trousers in an effort to bring him quickly to the bursting point. 

Suddenly Maggie began to notice, much to her astonishment, that he had begun 
to enjoy it! 

White's obscenely pumping member flipping wetly in and out of her ovaled 
lips sent fires of lust racing over Maggie's breasts and belly and down into 
the upturned slit of her moistening pussy. Gently she began undulating her 
buttocks up behind her, mewling soft low animal sounds around his lunging 
penis. 

As her voracious sucking intensified and her hands rhythmically kneaded his 
sperm-filled balls, White felt the exploding point drawing near; he could 
not possibly hold out much longer. Great swirls of heat were building up 
deep inside his up-thrusting loins as she sucked in fury on his heatedly 
tingling cock as if her very life depended upon it. 

Groaning with the maddening fire she was creating inside his loins, White 
stared ahead almost blindly at the road which was becoming more and more 
difficult to follow as he gave his attention over to what she was doing. 
Suddenly he saw a huge green and white sign indicating an entrance to the 
nearby freeway and he realized they had passed through an entire mountain 
pass without either of them noticing the scenery. With his left hand he 
jerked the steering wheel and spun wildly onto the ramp way. Maggie tried to 
pull away from him but he clamped his hand tighter over her hair and held 
her head securely in position. 

Finally the white sports car wheeled onto the open freeway and White put his 
foot to the floor. 

His hand still fastened the young girls hand down to his mouth-filling cock 
and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that they were now up to one 
hundred miles an hour. The frightened young girl now realized that they were 
out on the open freeway and so she redoubled her efforts on his pulsing 
penis. She had to get this over this, it was either do or die and she knew 
it. Now mewls and hums of fervent pleading for him to cum were bubbling 
steadily out around his lunging penis as she slaved against time. 

Suddenly she heard him gasping above her as if he were about to pass out, 
followed by the staccato jerking of his cock, and she tasted the first thick 
hot spurts of her sperm gushing from the swollen tip of her cock into the 
moistly sucking sanctuary of her mouth. 

"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Keep sucking ... oh God, keep sucking " 

Maggies cheeks expended as if she were blowing up a balloon while the 
white-hot streams of semen continued spurting against the back of her throat 
in a steady rhythmic torrent. The girl went on hungrily sucking to the end, 
her Adam's apple bobbing crazily up and down as she struggled to swallow 
every obscene drop in order to keep from choking-completely heedless now of 
the fact that the wildly weaving car was topping one hundred and twenty 
miles an hour. All she could think of was emptying his massively ejaculating 
shaft as he thrust it up into her mouth and throat as far as it was humanly 
possible to go and she coughed and gurgles on the scalding sperm puffing out 
her cheeks to overflowing. 

Jed White was ecstatic, never had he felt anything like it. His wild orgasm 
slowly began to subside now and his think shaft began to deflate. He'd never 
driven so fast before and had a chick suck his cock and the thrill had 
almost been more than he could take. He felt like another split second and 
they'd both have been hurtling over the dividing strip of the freeway. 

Maggie allowed his wetly glistening cock to slip from her exhausted mouth 
and she slid back into her seat. Now all she could think about was 
satisfying her hot little cunt and she was desperately trying to cram her 
fingers inside herself. At the sight of this the older man threw her an 
obscene grin and unscrewed the knob of the gearshift. 

"Let me see you do it with this, baby," he purred. 

Maggie needed nothing to persuade her now so hot to cum was she and grabbing 
the penis-shaped plastic knob she slipped it quickly up into the ready 
wetness of her pinkly glistening cunt. The red-head now began to fuck 
herself with incredible intensity. Her mouth was hanging open and her lashed 
from one side of the seat to the other as her orgasm mounted. And obscene 
sucking sounds were heard as she jammed the penis-knob faster and faster up 
into her gyrating cunt and then with a long, sensual moan she came. 
"Aahhhhhh! Yes!" she moaned as she pushed the hard plastic knob deep down 
inside her throbbing cunt and held it there. 

The car was silent now except for the young girl breathing heavily besides 
the satisfied man and as he looked at her form spreading lewdly across his 
car seat, he said lewdly. "Yeah, baby doll, that's the way I like it. You're 
okay kid." 

The exhausted red-head glanced at the older man's lewd face grinning over 
her and she thought. Fucking was really what it was all about-that's what 
all these men are showing me. 

Maggie smiled back at the older man, licking the sticky white semen on her 
lips with sensual pleasure to show him she really knew just what he was 
talking about. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Vince Lombridge, owner of the Squaw Valley Ski Club mixed himself another 
drink and reflected on the past week's happenings. What a week it had been 
strangely enough the energy of the whole club had accelerated since Maggie 
Reynolds had arrived. Lombridge gazed through the large picture window in 
his sitting room out to the crisp white ski slopes and chuckled to himself 
when he thought of Maggie. That little bitch sure fucked her way to the top, 
he mused, only to blow the preliminary ski event. She was so out of it from 
fucking that she lost to a group of second-rate skiers. What a joke! 

That's what you get, thought Lombridge sadistically to himself, when you 
spend so much time on your back! As he stood lost in thought Maggie Reynolds 
entered the sitting room and as Lombridge caught sight of her in the window 
he reflected to himself, she might be out of shape for skiing but for 
fucking she's A-l plus. 

Lombridge greeted the vivacious young red-heard warmly and handed her a 
drink. Might cheer her up, he thought, she looks a little depressed. No 
wonder she's down in the dumps though, her dreams have flown out of the 
window as well as her virginity. She probably should have stayed at home. 

"Maggie how do you feel about staying on here after the ski season is over. 
You say you're a good swimmer and we certainly could use you as a lifeguard 
when the lake thaws. Besides that we could use you in many different ways 
around the place." 

Maggie Reynolds suddenly felt a tremendous sense of elation she had wondered 
how Mr. Lombridge was going to re-act to her poor showing at the ski trials 
yesterday, she thought they'd probably send her home immediately. 

Trying to send as calm and collected as possible, Maggie said, "I'd like 
that very much Vince." 

Maggie had spent many hours of the previous night tossing and turning, 
trying to sort out in her mind all the events of the past week. One thing 
was for certain she had discovered a whole new part of herself that she 
hardly knew existed, she was erotic, sensual woman and she had been hiding 
this fact from herself all along. She felt a whole new sense of security 
about herself and who she was now, being a champion skier didn't seem to 
matter as much as having the new found power at her disposal. She realized 
she really enjoyed the power of her body and what it could bring her from 
men. 

She looked at Vince Lombridge affectionately, she owed everything to him and 
to his son Tod. She shivered with excitement as she realized why she was 
her, to make love to two men at the same time thrilled her beyond words. She 
had a few scores to settle with Tod Lombridge for his brutality of the other 
night but after that was over, the sky was the limit. She had already 
decided that she would make Tod think that his father was a better lover 
than himself, that was bound to make him suffer and the young girl laughed 
sadistically at the thought of her revenge. 

The telephone rang at the moment to interrupt her thoughts. It was Tod 
Lombridge calling his father to tell him that Chuck Bradley, Maggie's high 
school sweetheart had turned up at the club. "You should she him Pop, school 
sweater, the whole bit, he's really quite a hick. Apparently he's got some 
idea about working here to be close to Maggie," said Tod with a sneer. 

The older man's eyes narrowed as if he were looking directly into the near 
future, some new plan was brewing in his mind. 

"Okay Tod, look why don't you give me about thirty minutes, then come in." 

"Now listen Dad all I want you to do is to get the little bitch ready but 
wait for me-do you hear, don't start without me," the young boy said 
anxiously. 

"Of course I'll wait for you," the older man lied with relish. "Look, I've 
got a good idea come in and then let the kid stumble on us a little later, 
he's bound to get curious when he hear's all the noise." 

"You're the boss, Pops, if that's the way you want it, that's the way it'll 
be." 

Vince Lombridge hung up the telephone and glanced anxiously around at the 
young first to see if she had been listening to his conversation, much to 
his liking she was lost in thought browsing through a pile of records. 

"Maggie baby, why don't you choose some music," the older man said 
solicitously. 

The young girl chose a recording of The Rolling Stones, her favorite group, 
they were so sexy. 

The older man turned the volume up high so that they wouldn't be disturbed 
by the sound of anyone coming into the room. "By the way that was Tod on the 
telephone, He's delayed for a little while. He said for us to go ahead, 
smoke a joint, relax and hell be in later." 

"Suits me," said Maggie, with obvious pleasure. This was a perfect way to 
get her own back on the young boy. When he comes into the room and sees me 
fucking his father before him, hell blow his cool and I'll be able to see 
him suffer, the young red-head thought sadistically. 

The club owner and the vivacious young red-head smoked a big fat joint and 
then the girl, stirred to immediately sensuality began to dance seductively 
around the room, stripping her clothes slowly for her already aroused 
employer. 

"Christ! she's hot stuff tonight, thought the club owner and as he watched 
her unzip her dress and drop it to the floor he swiftly picked up the 
startled girl and carried her into the bedroom, leaving the door partially 
open so that they could still hear the music. 

"I want to fuck you baby, right now, I want to fuck you before Tod gets 
her," the older man said in a hoarse whisper. And immediately they both 
started stripping their clothes, the older man looked down greedily at her 
breasts as they spilled out of her brassiere and the excited her triangle of 
her pussy and it popped out of her little pink panties. The young girl 
hardly felt as if she were in her body, rather that she was floating on a 
cloud. She rolled seductively on the bed thrusting her tantalizing young 
body up at her employer, fully enjoying the power of her new-found role. 

Lombridge could hardly believe his eyes as the so recently innocent young 
virgin squirmed and wriggled in front of him. Taking his long thick penis in 
his hands he began to stroke it and without any indication to the young 
red-head as soon as she rolled over onto her stomach to throw his entire 
weight on top of her. 

The young red-head squirmed underneath his weight, her flattened breasts 
sinking into the bedspread. Up behind up rapidly passionately clenching 
buttocks she could feel the thick length of her boss's pulsating cock lying 
in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks. The young girl began to giggle 
uncontrollably from the effects of the marijuana as his hands played 
maddeningly with her breasts. She could feel his hot moist lips passing over 
the naked skin of her back and shoulders, and then finally his mouth found 
her ear and he thrust his tongue wetly into the tiny shell-like opening. 
Goosebumps-chills of desire flitted over Maggie's smooth white skin from the 
hot moistness inside her sensitive ear and she wriggled her tautly fleshed 
buttocks up against his blood-swollen cock. 

"Up on your knees, baby," he growled with his lips touching her skin. "I 
want to fuck you dog-fashion." 

Feeling desirable and tractable as a tame animal, Maggie followed the 
tugging of his hands at her hips raised up on her knees, her face turned to 
the side of the bedspread, her tender-skinned ass-cheeks thrust up toward 
the older man kneeling behind her on the huge bed. Humming low noises in her 
throat like a purring cat, she reached back with both hands between her 
outspread white thighs to place her fingertips lightly on either side of her 
curl-lined cuntal slip and slowly stretch the pink edges to the sides. 

Up behind her, Lombridge saw her moistly glistening pussy opening up to his 
lustful gaze, and grabbing his heavily veined cock in his right hand, he 
pressed it forward into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming 
buttocks. Thin drops of clear seminal fluid seeped out warmly from the tip 
to lubricate the flesh of the tiny pulsating opening, and Maggie 
inadvertently jerked and moaned with eager passion as she felt his heated 
shaft come into contact with her nakedly exposed pussy. Straining her neck 
downward, she peered back beneath her voluptuously dangling breasts at his 
thickly swollen cock set into place up between her things, The obscene view 
of his fleshy blue-veined shaft and heavy balls hanging beneath up between 
her whitely quivering thighs sent wild electric shocks jangling through her 
nerve-endings and she pressed her narrow cuntal slit back into closer 
contact with the head of his hotly pulsating cock. 

Lombridge grasped her smoothly rounded hips in his rough hands to hold her 
in position in front of him and pushed forward slightly into the tight 
elastic opening of her vagina, gritting his teeth from the agonizing 
pressure around his lust-swollen hardness. 

Sending a low-pitched groan up from her throat at his first short pressuring 
thrust, the young red-head felt his penis begin a slow prodding movement 
against the slightly open lips of her cunt, parting them and forcing its way 
inside the tightly restricting little ring at the moist entrance to her 
secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though 
the tender flesh would tear asunder, and then suddenly she felt her thighs 
swept apart and the club owner's long thick cock slipped into her hotly 
throbbing pussy like a hard blunt ramrod. 

"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned softly through clenched teeth as she waited 
for her as yet unstretched cunt to accustom itself to the intruding 
thickness. The massive penis penetrating her felt like a thick drill 
tunneling deep into her defenseless belly through the involuntarily 
contracting inner walls. She spread her knees a little more on the bed to 
ease the pain a little and swung her buttocks from side to side to ease her 
tightly clasping pussy back around his rock-hard shaft. 

Relentlessly Lombridge pushed forward, skewering her to the hilt until she 
was impaled on his pulsating cock like an insect run through by a pin. He 
watched the young girl's lips opening and closing in sensual torment from 
the outward pressure in her quivering cunt. The older man slipped his deeply 
embedded cock back out a fraction of an inch and then grunted as he shoved 
it forward again into her pussy as far as it would go. She felt its rubbery 
tip bump up against her cervix and at the same time his heavily bloated 
testicles slapped hard against the softness of her inner thigh. 

His eyes wide open, Lombridge stared down at his desire-thickened member 
disappearing up inside Maggie's tightly accepting vagina, and he groaned 
softly in obscene delight at the hot cuntal moistness clasping around his 
pulsating cock. 

"Good baby," he rasped down at her. "Nice and slow now, let's fuck." 

Panting with greedy desire up behind her, he began to rock rhythmically back 
and forth in the soft wet confines of her slowly expanding vagina. Gradually 
the narrow fleshy walls of her cunt seeped out lewd slippery fluids to ease 
the friction, and Maggie began to feel a hungry masochistic need rippling 
throughout her loins, making her cry out for more. Slowly she began to 
undulate her buttocks in ever widening circles back against his heavily 
pumping pelvis. 

"Oh Lord, I like it," she breathed back at him in a quivering voice, 
surprised at the thick husky sound of her own voice. 

Now her boss was settling into a steadier rhythm, kneeling up behind her 
bent-over body, gritting his teeth as he fucked in and out with long, 
leisurely strokes. 

"Jesus, what a nice pussy," he told her, closing his eyes for a moment to 
concentrate only on the maddening sensations running hotly through his 
throbbing cock. In response to his words, her cunt clasped wetly around his 
on-fucking cock and the young red-head ground her quivering white buttocks 
tightly into his loins in wanton appreciation. 

Now let Tod come on in, Vince Lombridge thought to himself. I'll give him a 
demonstration of how to turn a woman into a whore. In one easy lesson: fuck 
her good! 

Over the sounds of the music in the next room, the older man heard the small 
metallic click of the sitting room door opening. A feeling of absolute power 
surged through his body, and he dug his fingers harshly into the giving 
flesh of her hips and skewered repeatedly up between her legs. He could feel 
the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her cunt flowering wetly around his 
pistoning cock, her hot lust-juices wet and slippery in the tight narrow 
passage. 

In the other room, Tod Lombridge motioned for Maggie's unsuspecting 
boyfriend to keep quest. Tod was determined to surprise Maggie with 
Bradley's arrival, not knowing how surprised he was going to be in a few 
minutes. 

"You wait here, they must be in the other room," Tod whispered, his voice 
rising to slightly angry tones as he realized that his father must be 
fucking the girl already, the bastard didn't keep his word. 

Lewd sounds of passion were coming from inside the bedroom and Tod slipped 
inside before Chuck had realized he had disappeared. Tod couldn't believe 
either his ears or his eyes, the pair on the bed sounded for all the world 
like wild beasts and looked like it. The hot little bitch was up on her 
knees, dog-fashion, while his father fucked her cunt from behind, her 
dangling breasts swinging from side to side as she see-sawed excitedly back 
and forth on Lombridge's lust-laden cock. 

Tod didn't waste a minute, he wanted to join in the fun. He threw off his 
clothes it seemed in one single gesture and crawled up onto the bed. He 
placed the flat of his hand on Maggie's flushed cheeks to hold her in place 
as she opened her eyes long enough to see his fully erect penis only inches 
away from her lips. Drops of moisture seeped from the bloated tip, inviting 
Maggie's soft hot tongue to lick them away. like a hungry child with a 
lollipop, the little red-headed bitch sucked the tip of his throbbing cock 
into her moistly parted lips. 

"She's doing all right, huh, Tod?" the boy's father grunted up behind her. 
"Think you could get her going like this?" the older man chuckled obscenely 
at the consternation of his son's face. 

The little bitch is really turned on, Tod Lombridge said to himself. He 
suddenly wanted her to feel humiliated and ashamed for the way she was 
responding to the lewd fucking she was getting. 

"Okay, you hot little whore, let's show the old man what we can do. Give me 
a good suck and I'll choke you up with a load of cum!" 

Without further warning he shoved the throbbing mass of his hard penile 
flesh into the hot moistness of her mouth. All the way to the back of her 
throat it went, pressing her tongue gaggingly against the floor of her 
mouth. The sensational heat of her oral cavern around his cock sent wild 
flames of perverted lust searing down into his balls dangling softly against 
her chin. All thoughts of his father and of humiliating the girl fled from 
the young man's mind like a flock of birds going south, the only thing left 
of interest to him being his palpitating cock sunk deep in her mouth. 

"Now, baby," he groaned down at her cock-filled face. "Use your tongue and 
suck hard. And immediately he set up a steady rhythm stroking wetly in and 
out of her clasping lips, her cheeks bloated grotesquely on the in-stroke, 
and deeply hollowed around him on the out-stroke. Her delicate nostrils 
flared above his glistening shaft with the strong male aroma of his loins as 
she struggled to breathe trough her nose. 

The lewd mental picture entered Maggie's mind of her naked body between 
them, inciting her more and more, the fiery feeling in her belly raging 
wildly out of control. She began to rotate her buttocks in tight tiny 
circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing 
into her greedy pussy. Her lips began to nibble at the long thrusting cock 
buried between her wetly ovaled lips, and she coughed and spluttered under 
the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She wanted to milk both penises dry, to 
feel them fill her belly with hot sticky fluids and feel the cream-like cum 
pouring down her throat and into her cunt. She sucked greedily at the hotly 
throbbing cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the 
blood-filled head, probing into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted it 
to erupt in her mouth and meet the hot spurts that would come up into her 
from her tingling pussy. 

Outside the closed door, Chuck Bradley had begun to wonder if the club 
owner's son had forgotten him. Although he had come all the way to 
California from New Hampshire to apply for a job, the fact that Maggie 
worked at the same club had a lot to do with his decision. Since she had 
been gone, he'd seen other girls but nothing was quite the same without her 
and so he'd decided to come out to both apply for a job, and to spend the 
winter with Maggie. 

The music was ending and Chuck began to hear the strangest sounds coming 
from the other room, he listened intently and much to his horror recognized 
Maggie's voice, He knew that only one thing could be going on in there, in a 
furious rage the young boy ran through the door, flinging it wide open as he 
did so. 

The young athlete couldn't believe his eyes! It was Maggie all right, 
kneeling naked on the bed while an older man fucked her obscenely swiveling 
cunt from behind and the younger man who had brought him was plunging his 
hardened cock into her face. 

The fucking whore, the dirty double-crossing bitch! Chuck was beside himself 
with rage, for a whole year he'd tried to get Maggie to fuck him and now she 
was fucking two men like she was a woman from the streets. He could hardly 
believe his eyes. 

While the young red-head's boyfriend watched in utter disbelief, Vince 
Lombridge looking down from his position above her suddenly felt an 
irresistible desire to fuck into the tiny puckered anus nestled up between 
her openly spread buttocks. He slipped his right hand down around the 
juncture of her thigh and hip, extending his middle finger down into the 
wetly flowing juices seeping out around the pink curl-trimmed flanges of her 
cunt, moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the tiny 
puckered anal mouth clenching and unclenching under his lust-filled gaze. 
Once lubricated by her cuntal fluids, his finger paused momentarily to tease 
lightly at her fleshy nether entrance and then without further warning Vince 
shoved it forward, abruptly sinking it up to his second knuckle. 

"Agggggghhhhhhh!" the protesting red-head grunted in front of him, her feet 
jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled in vain to escape his 
brutally impaling finger. But the club owner's son in front held her head 
firmly in place with the palm of his hand while his father used his left 
hand to pull her back tighter against his cunt-plumbing cock and his lewdly 
buried middle finger. Lombridge swirled his finger around inside the tight 
narrow passage of her rectum, working to expand and enlarge it for the 
greater thickness to come. 

Slowly, the searing pain Maggie felt in her plundered anus subsided as the 
narrow passage grew accustomed to the presence of his skewing finger, and 
she gradually began to rock back to meet his inward thrusts, matching his 
steady rhythm stroke for stroke. 

Once again the red-head's wetly clinging lips began sucking heartily at 
Lombridge's son's thickly expanded cock slipping in and out of her mouth. 
Now she wanted more than ever to devour the velvety thickness ramming into 
the back of her throat. She had never felt such maddening sensations as were 
now coursing wildly through her veins like a drug sending her on a trip 
through her own body. 

Maggie's boyfriend Chuck couldn't believe his eyes when suddenly the man 
behind her on the bed pulled his finger out of her now expanded rectum with 
a soft popping sound, and in one swift movement switched his glistening cock 
from one opening to the other. 

On the out-stroke Lombridge's pistoning penis had been in her gyrating cunt, 
and then on the in-stroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the 
narrow confines of her anus. His fingers tightened up to her naked shoulders 
now to hold her fastened to him, relentlessly shafting into her narrow 
crevice, rushing up the tight nether passage until his stomach was pressed 
flat against her wildly jerking buttocks. 

"Agggggghhhhhh , ahhhhhhhgh, uuuuuunnnnngggggghhh!" the helplessly impaled 
young red head complained around the heavily pounding cock in her mouth. She 
had never felt such a mixture of searing pain and strange pleasure in her 
life. The lust-rigid rod of flesh felt like it was splitting her anus, 
tearing her unprotected rectum into thousands of pieces. She thrashed and 
bucked before his onslaught, her eyes bulging open in horrified fascination 
that she could still see her tormentor's son's thickly veined shaft 
protruding from the tangle of blonde pubic hair at its root, endlessly 
fucking into her face. It was too much. She felt as though she were going 
mad. Fixed to Vince Lombridge's loins as if her anus were glued around his 
cock, she could feel his throbbing hardness deep inside her like a 
heartbeat, each lewd pulse shoving her rectal walls a little farther outward 
from its massive size. Finally, she could breathe again, her body almost 
limp like a rag doll, and she felt him shallow at first, then gradually 
lengthening until buried inside her burning anus before he shoved the entire 
blood-engorged shaft back in to the hilt. 

His mind reeling in confusion from the lewd spectacle before him, Chuck 
Bradley could not ignore the hot flames of lust inevitably spreading through 
his loins, and his young sensitive cock quivered and then jerked up to full 
erection inside his pants. How he would like to be the one screwing Maggie 
in the ass-hole, he thought. 

Then he watched the impossible happen. With a low snarling sound like a 
cat-in heat, the captivating young red-head began to rock gently with the 
man kneeling up behind her wide-splaying thighs, meeting his inward strokes 
with her back-thrusting buttocks, grinding the white half-moons into his 
stomach lasciviously to get as much of the lust-inflamed cock as she could. 
The shameless young girl was enjoying it now, and her mouth sucked avidly at 
the hard-pumping cock slipping in between her lips. 

Behind her on the bed, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain 
and pleasure, Vince Lombridge gritted his teeth from the tightness of her 
narrow rectum, releasing a guttural laugh at the way he had conquered her 
will so completely that there could be no question who was master. He began 
pounding faster and harder against her buttocks as she strained back to meet 
him, her deep mewling chant spurring him on. 

Gaping down at the hotly clasping lips ravenously sucking his cock, the 
younger Lombridge suddenly jerked convulsively burying the fleshy shaft in 
Maggie's mouth to the hilt. It as though a volcano were erupting in his 
balls sending white-hot lava shooting up through his bursting cock to flood 
deep into her throat. Maggie's cheeks inflated obscenely with the endless 
spurts of cum while her Adam's apple bobbed up and down with her efforts to 
swallow the gushing jets. Her lips clung desperately to the wildly jerking 
shaft until finally it was over, and little by little the flow began to 
dwindle, and then the young man's cock slowly deflated in her mumbling mouth 
and slipped wetly out from her clasping lips. Thin sticky trails of white 
semen sowed a lewd web from the depleted penis to her cum-smeared mouth. 

"Jesus!" Chuck gasped out loud at the lurid sight. His thickening rod of 
flesh jerked wildly in his trousers as he watched his innocent young girl 
friend raise her head from the bed to lick the last drop of obscene cum from 
the tip of his now useless penis. 

At the sound of his voice both Vince Lombridge and his son Tod turned to 
smile triumphantly at him. 

"Come on, hero, there's enough for everybody," the older man taunted him. 
The club owner locked both his arms around Maggie's narrow waist, pinning 
her squirming buttocks tightly against his loins. Then with a sudden rolling 
motion to the side, he turned over onto his back with helpless young 
red-head still impaled on his thick hard cock sunk deep in her anus. Now 
Maggie's openly dilated cunt was nakedly exposed to Chuck's view, her feet 
wide-flung to the sides as she struggled in pain to take the weight of her 
body off her cruelly stretched anus. The muscles of her flat white belly 
were strained to the breaking point from the terrible pressure until she 
finally managed to plant her feet up high on the older man's outstretched 
thighs, her knees bent up and out to the side. Immediately she began 
pressuring her naked buttocks up and down again, using Lombridge's sinewy 
thighs as a pushing point for her motions. 

"Come on, champ, what are you waiting for?" the club owner grunted thickly 
beside Maggie's flailing red-hair. 

It finally dawned on the young girl that someone else was in the room. She 
lifted her head and looked down the cream-white valley between her jouncing 
breasts and saw him. 

Oh God, no! she thought. It's Chuck! With horrified eyes she watched as he 
grinned hatefully at her and slowly unbuckled his belt. To the dazed young 
red-head, it seemed centuries instead of days since she had been a reluctant 
virgin for the handsome young athlete now undressing at her feet. She knew 
that he couldn't possibly understand anything about why and how she had come 
to be in this situation. To him she must look like nothing more than a cheap 
whore a whore who only last week he had been driven to call a prick-tease. 
Tears of shame and regret began to well up in her eyes, and then through her 
blurred vision she saw Chuck climbing up and over the foot of the king-size 
bed toward the vulnerable "vee" of her loins. She could see the cock she 
knew so well, rigidly erect and bobbing with lust as he positioned himself 
to take the slightly worn prize he had wanted so much for so long. 

"Come on! Your girl is a fantastic fuck!" Tod Lombridge goaded him on, a 
tiny grim smile of sadistic delight twisting his mouth out of shape. 
Ignoring the mocking tone of Lombridge's voice, unable to resist the pinkly 
inviting moistness waiting open below before his very eyes, Chuck threw 
himself on top of the churning mass of feminine flesh. He crawled up over 
Maggie's wildly thrashing body and held his throbbing cock into position 
between her upraised thighs, lodging the huge swollen head in the 
palpitating mouth of his red-head girlfriend's pussy. Below his own cock set 
firmly in the tiny pink cuntal mouth, he could see Vince Lombridge's 
rock-hard member, ceaselessly drumming in and out of her wide-split anus. 

Then the young athlete balanced himself with both hands spread out on either 
side of the two bodies beneath him, and with a sudden forward thrust of his 
aching loins, pushed his quivering cock brutally up into the expanded warmth 
of her open cunt. There was no resistance left inside the moist inner walls, 
and his long thick shaft of flesh raced headlong up into the very depths of 
her soft white belly until he felt it ram against the cushiony tip of her 
cervix. 

Maggie groaned in combined humiliation and satisfaction at the renewed 
fleshy presence filling her hungry vagina, and she snaked her long tapering 
legs up around her boy friends waist. She had never been so utterly filled 
in her life, and she wished suddenly that she could go on forever like this, 
feeling the two rampaging cocks rubbing against each other deep inside 
through the thin wall of flesh separating the entrances into her helplessly 
impaled body. Her left arm curled around Chuck's neck as though he were a 
long-lost lover, and she held onto him for dear life, at the same time 
pressing her other hand down beneath her quivering buttocks until she could 
feel both hard, wetly slipping cocks thrusting into her loins. With her 
fingers she fondled at the two men's testicles as though beckoning their 
lewd cum up from the sanctuary of their dangling balls, not knowing whose 
she was touching, and not caring. 

Once again Lombridge's young son had an erection jutting out from his loins 
from just watching the obscene trio beside him on the bed, and he began 
slipping his hand in a slow steady rhythm up and down over his swelling 
cock-shaft. He knelt so that his face was only inches from the two thick 
cocks thrusting again and again into Maggie's anus and vagina. He could see 
the pink ridges of flesh sucking out after his father's penis on the 
out-stroke as though her anus wouldn't let him go, and above the vibrant red 
curls of her pubic hair clasping wetly around Chuck Bradley's hard shaft of 
flesh as he fucked into her. 

The young red-head shuddered in ecstasy and crazily bucked her body up and 
down between her boy friend and her employer, her mind torn between the hot 
desire scorching her throbbing vagina and the guilty twinge of shame and 
humiliation that cut through her like a knife. The tears streaking her 
flushed cheeks were now tears of mingled joy and debasement flowing down 
into the corners of her wide-open mouth. 

The young girl had been so close to her orgasm before, that Chuck's thickly 
expanding cock finished it for her, pounding with demoniac fury into her 
defenseless cunt. 

"IIII'MM CUMMMMMMING!" she groaned, the tendons in her neck standing out 
like steel cables, her passion-glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling. "FUCK 
HARDER, DARLINGS! FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Her voice changed pitch then, rising to a sensual moan that went on and on, 
broken rhythmically by the breath-taking lunges they were still making into 
her body. Her hand milked the cum-laden balls below, her own orgiastic 
secretions flooding wetly out around Chuck's hard driving cock to mingle on 
her buttocks with their combined perspiration. 

Spurred on by his girl friend's twisting and thrashing underneath him, Chuck 
shoved his throbbing rod deeply into the spasming cunt he had wanted to fuck 
for so long, screwing into her pussy with months of build-up frustration. 
And then he felt the hot waves of his sperm spurting deep up into her 
clasping cuntal depths, a mind-rattling ejaculation that went on and on 
inside her cum-filled belly. The young athlete groaned as though his very 
life was being drained from her body, and held his wildly jerking cock sunk 
all the way into her semen-soaked pussy, relishing the rotating of her 
hungry passage around his wildly pulsing thickness. From Lombridge's bucking 
below, Chuck was bounced and tossed on Maggie's limply satiated body, the 
softness of her quivering breasts against his chest increasing his pleasure 
a thousandfold. 

No longer feeling the need to hold back, Vince Lombridge quickened his 
upward thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was pumping 
into her defenseless anus like a bull running wild. He growled deeply in his 
throat as he felt the steaming hot cum boiling up out of his aching balls, 
his hands slipping up around her ribs to grasp at her swollen breasts, 
jerking her body down onto him as he spewed his hot load of sperm into her 
crazily contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked like a machine fun 
firing, the hot viscous cum spurting out endlessly to fill her clenching 
rectum to the bursting point. 

Finally the older man gave one last body-shaking lunge and held the 
squirming red-head tight on his still rhythmically jerking cock. Then 
Lombridge moved, and his deflating penis slipped nosily out of Maggie's 
forever expanded anal passage with thin streams of thick white semen leaking 
lewdly out after it, and he released his breath in a long sigh as if he had 
been holding it in for a long time. 

The scene had been too much for Lombridge's son Tod, who now frantically 
jerked the outer skin of his penis up and down and then shot a thick spurt 
of semen out onto Maggie's seemingly unconscious face. The sticky white cum 
flowed into her hair at the temples and then seeped down over her flushed 
pink cheeks and touched the side of her delicate nose. 

Now all was silent as the four of them lay tangled in a heap on the bed, 
arms and legs intermingled in exhaustion. Silent, except for the sound of 
their heavy breathing and even that subsided to a low moan of pleasure. 

After what seemed an eternity, Vince Lombridge opened his eyes and looked 
directly at Maggie Reynold's boyfriend and with a lewd wink said: "Welcome 
to the club!" 


THE END
