Corrupted Innocence
by Benton Collier


Chapter One 

A casual observer, looking down from the hills onto the road leading out of 
Flagstaff, might have imagined that the young couple walking by the side of 
the road holding hands were talking about their plans for marriage and a 
home and family. But nothing could have been further from the truth. 

Red-haired Andrea Wade and her dark-haired companion, Tony Emerson had been 
arguing off and on in hoarse whispers for most of the afternoon and evening, 
and now they were both about to lose their tempers completely. The 
well-built young man, after a year of going steady with his girl, now 
intended to get what he wanted, and that was why he dragged Andrea 
impatiently into a grove of trees by the side of the road. 

"I don't see why you couldn't work in Phoenix or someplace not too far 
away," he repeated for the thousandth time as he sat down on the grass. 
"You'd get paid just as much, and we could be together." 

As he spoke, Tony reached up and took his pretty green-eyed girl friend by 
the hand and pulled her down beside him. With a sigh of exasperation, Andrea 
let herself be placed next to the handsome young athlete. In the moonlight 
filtering down through the trees Andrea made a picture of youthful innocence 
on the verge of becoming mature womanhood. Her eighteen-year-old body was 
already filled out in all the right places, and her firm, well-rounded young 
breasts jutted voluptuously under her skin-tight jersey pullover. Andrea was 
not wearing a brassiere, and her prominent nipples, hardened to tingling 
erection by the rough material of her sweater, held her boyfriend's 
attention. Then when she shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable, 
her sweater clung to the softly rounded mounds of flesh, making Tony's loins 
begin to ache with desire he'd been trying to control for a year, now. 

"I've tried to explain to you, Tony," the exasperated young redhead said. 
"This is the chance of a lifetime." As she talked, Andrea's firmly rounded 
buttocks squirmed around on the grass, inadvertently causing her young 
boyfriend's testicles to pulse with the lust flowing hotly into them. 

"The Mariposa Country Club in Southern California sponsers young athletes 
who have potential. They've been instrumental in launching the careers of 
several golf pros, and they've had a swimmer in the Olympics. I want to get 
into pro tennis and at least have a chance at the Davis Cup. How many times 
do I have to say it?" 

The young redhead was conscious of the discomfort she was causing her 
boyfriend, first by sticking to her plan to go to Southern California for 
the summer, and second by just sitting there, looking so provocative. Well, 
she couldn't help it. She was ambitious for greater things in life than most 
of her friends, and she just happened to have one of those figures that made 
men's blood boil and their heads swim with iewd thought when they looked at 
her. She had long been aware of both of these characteristics, and she had 
learned in small ways how to turn them into assets in order to get what she 
wanted. 

Andrea knew she would need a lot of activity points if she wanted to get a 
scholarship to college. Consequently, she had worked hard to accumulate more 
than the other girls in her class. She had been a cheerleader who made the 
male fans leave the stands with rape on their minds when she threw herself 
into the air and threw her legs wide apart, her head thrown back in abandon, 
her full ripe breasts jutting tautly into her tight sweater. As a majorette 
for the band, she had learned to swing her hips in tantalizing side motions 
that bugged the eyes of all the male judges who watched her strutting 
proudly by in her brief costume, her dimpled knees lifting so high the heels 
of her white boots practically touched the baby-smooth skin of her upper 
thighs. Yes, Andrea Wade had everything going for her. 

The talented girl had ended up her senior year as the highest scoring 
athlete, male or female, and the most sought after girl among the seniors. 
Now it had become apparent that tennis was going to be her best sport. The 
pretty young girl knew that part of her success had been the result of her 
own innovations -- a combination of athletic ability and good looks which 
she would continue to use until she made it to the very top. Andrea had 
perfected a prancing step on the court that enabled her to sway her hips and 
almost writhe with lust-inciting allure. It was true that it also gave her 
more agility on the court and better control of the bail, but it also had 
swayed quite a few judges in her favor over the past couple of years. Other 
girls were now trying to immitate her dancing maneuvers on the court, but 
most of them simply didn't know how to use their bodies in a feminine way. 

Andrea Wade had been going steady with Tony Emerson since she was seventeen, 
the two of them knowing and trusting each other so much that they had done a 
lot of heavy petting together. They had never in that time gone all the way, 
though they had done just about everything else. Just the thought of some of 
the salacious things she and her boyfriend had done to each other over the 
year they'd gone together made Andrea smile to herself as she watched Tony 
squirming on the grass beside her. 

Unconsciously, her own buttocks wriggled down onto the grass, while she 
glanced over at the crotch of Tony's tight pants. She could see that he was, 
as usual, getting an erection just from looking at her. If she would let him 
play around with her a little, she knew he wouldn't be nearly as 
argumentative. His release always made him. act so grateful to her 
afterwards that she could settle almost any dispute with a little pleasant 
effort on her part. 

"So, just because some high-falutin country club can give you some backing, 
why do you have to work there?" Tony said as he moved closer to Andrea and 
put his right hand on her bare knee. "You've made it this far without having 
to brown-nose just to get some money. The same as I have." His girl friend's 
miniskirt had slipped up to the top of her thighs, and the strong young 
athlete could see the little strip of white nylon covering her sweet little 
pussy -- the pussy she sometimes let him fondle, and that he now more than 
ever wanted to fuck. It would take a bit of persuasion, for in addition to 
being sexy looking, this gorgeous young redhead was also determined to 
remain a virgin until her wedding night. Over the past year, Tony had been 
constantly challenging Andrea's puritanical views on the subject, but now it 
looked as though he would really have to put the pressure on. Since tonight 
might very well be his last chance to seduce his lovely eighteen-year-old 
girl friend, he would have to be careful to sidestep all intellectual 
discussion of the pros and cons of virginity in the twentieth century. 

He knew from past experience that Andrea would let him get away with a lot 
of things with her ripe young body. Hell, she sometimes got so excited 
herself by what he did that she came pretty close to losing control. All he 
had to do, he decided, was to just this once push her beyond that point. 

"The country club is a perfect place for me to get some backers and make 
some contacts which could be very important," Andrea was saying. Then she 
noticed his nervously twitching mouth and felt a little sorry for him. 
"Well, don't look so hurt, Tony. It's only for one summer, you know. We'll 
both be going to State College next September." Andrea didn't mention that 
she hoped, in fact, to be sponsored by the country club in next year's 
competitions if she could only impress them enough -- and that she wouldn't 
go to college at all if she could make it from the start on the professional 
circuit. 

But Tony was disquieted by her words. It just didn't sound like the Andrea 
he had known so well. He had always admired her spirit, her determination 
and independence. But now she was telling him that she didn't quite believe 
she could make it big on her own -- that she had to try for financial 
backing, that she was going to try to succeed through contacts. Christ, what 
a cop-out after the one-man show she had been putting on all these years! 
And not only that, she was going to ruin his summer in the bargain! On the 
other hand, he told himself, if she was all that weak, well, she should be a 
pushover for him tonight -- if he just kept trying! 

From the quarrelsome tone in Tony's voice all afternoon, Andrea realized 
that they might be leading up to a really big argument that could easily 
spoil their last time together before she went away. In spite of her 
determination to leave, the lovely red-haired girl really liked her 
handsome, muscular young boyfriend, and she didn't want him to be so 
depressed. The surest way she knew to cheer him up was to engage in a little 
of their usual sex play. 

Andrea placed her hands on her boyfriend's sinewy biceps and smiled a secret 
smile that only he knew meant that she wanted to feel his hard young body 
next to hers, wanted to feel his probing middle finger driving her wild up 
between the legs, wanted to feel his lips on her breasts. And overwhelmed 
with sudden desire at this preliminary green light, he hardly heard her next 
words. 

"There's nothing to worry about, Tony," she insisted. "Ill be gone for less 
than three months, not forever -- and I promise I won't even look at another 
man." 

She let her exposed thighs spread farthei apart to entice him away from the 
unpleasant discussion. But as she began to work her wiles on him, part of 
her mind was already anticipating the trip west to the country club where 
she would be tennis instructor for the summer. The young red-haired teenager 
was almost drunk with the possibilities that might open up if she were 
noticed there. However, Andrea didn't want to lose her boyfriend. As top 
basketball star of their high school, Tony could have his pick of just about 
any girl he wanted, and there were plenty who would be eager to take her 
place in his affections. 

Andrea felt the hand on her knee inching its way up over the naked 
smoothness of her thigh, as her handsome athlete put his arm around her 
shoulders and pulled her closer to his strong warm body. While gently 
kissing her parted lips, he let his fingertips lightly stroke the soft inner 
flesh of her thigh, and the red-headed teen-ager felt happy and secure in 
his embrace. They had come to know each other so well that she felt good 
whenever he touched her body, and now she slipped her moist little tongue 
out between her teeth to answer his wanton probing at her lips. Then, with a 
low sensuous moan deep in her throat, she signaled her pleasure and 
readiness for some really heavy petting. 

As they lay back together on the ground beneath the shielding trees, Tony 
slipped his fingers farther up the softness of his young girl friend's 
thigh, his extended middle finger finding the moist warmth dampening the 
narrow crotch band of her nylon panties. Andrea began to react to the 
ripples of warm excitement running through her acquiescing body, increasing 
Tony's hope that he might finally get what he wanted and what he'd waited 
for so long. He stroked his finger softly back and forth the narrow valley 
of her pussy through the sheer nylon, feeling the rising bud of her clitoris 
already quivering up into life. The nubile 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 soft groan from deep in her gasping throat. 

So far the handsome young.couple were doing very much as they had always 
done when they were together. Tony knew from experience that Andrea would 
let him do anything he wanted with her body as long as he didn't actually 
try to put his virilely hardened penis up inside her virginal cunt. Tonight, 
however, he was determined to go all the way. His desire-thickened cock 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 
about to explode. 

Jesus, she's really getting hot tonight, Tony said to himself, catching her 
hand between his loins and hers. Maybe I will get to fuck her... finally. 

Eager to have her expert fingers fondle the sensitive skin of his 
sperm-bloated testicles, the muscular youth quickly unzipped his pants and 
lifted the hair-covered sac out of his confining jockey shorts. His 
pulsating rod of flesh stood out from his open trousers like an obscene 
flagpole with its spongy mushroom-shaped head jerking madly with desire. 
Removing his own hand, he let out a heartfelt sigh of passion as her warm 
fingers closed lovingly around the rock-hard shaft of his penis. He could 
have cum right then and there from the exhilarating sensations coursing 
through his lewdly exposed loins, but he wanted to fuck his girl friend 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 loud over her and 
pushed both his hands up under her jersey pullover. Andrea's skin was 
kitten-soft at the same time that it was tautly stretched, and Tony 
appreciatively slipped his hands all the way up to the ripely billowing 
mounds of her breasts flattened against his chest. He hungrily kneaded and 
squeezed at the supple firmness, tweaking with his fingertips at her 
quivering nipples until they stood firmly erect like tender buttons. 

"Ooohhh, baby, that feels good," he murmured 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 Andrea 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. 

Andrea 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 satisfy the 
need she had always known there. But she was determined to remain a virgin 
until she got married, whether it was to Tony or to somebody else. She was 
that way about everything. She wanted to play it according to the rules, 
because she was sure that that was the way to win in every kind of game -- 
including life. 

Her smooth little belly quivered in excitement as Tony's hand gradually 
worked its way down from her rising and falling breast and edged underneath 
the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties. She moaned softly into the 
hotness of his mouth as he trailed his strong fingers through the thinly 
tangled curls of her pubic hair, working down toward the narrow 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. Her firm young 
buttocks twisted and squirmed on the grassy ground as she responded to his 
touch by making the slow back-and-forth motions natural to lovemaking. 

Tony felt the semen boiling in his churning balls, and he wanted to fuck her 
now more than ever before. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming impulse to 
ignore the arbitrary limits they had long ago agreed upon and make the big 
attempt. Even as he started to make his move, he suddenly caught himself, 
determining to wait just a little longer. He knew that if he worked it 
right, her hot little pussy would be churning on his hand as the 
eighteen-year-old girl worked her way irretrievably toward her orgasm. 

"Can I get on top of you and do it on your belly?" Tony asked, his throat 
dry and rasping. 

Andrea purred out her willing answer while her boyfriend slipped her panties 
halfway down her satin-smooth thighs where they acted as a tight band, 
holding her firm smooth thighs together. He proceeded to pull them down to 
her ankles, and he gently lifted one of her feet through them, leaving the 
rumpled white panties hanging lewdly around her other ankle. 

The passionately aroused young redhead slowly moved her thighs apart, 
letting a mewling little sigh escape from her throat as she felt the cool 
evening air brushing against her nakedly exposed cuntal area. 

Then her dark-haired boyfriend rolled onto her, the stiff rigidity of his 
pulsing cock pressing down into her soft little belly. After so much 
practice together, she was easily able to cup his lust-swollen balls in her 
curving hand, and he could reach her wetly parted vaginal lips with his 
probing fingers. In this way they stroked and fondled each other's genitals, 
softly groaning in unison as their feverish young bodies rocked and heaved 
together under the protective arches of the overhanging trees. 

Feeling the throbbing warmth of Tony's penis against her naked belly nearly 
drove the eighteen-year-old virgin wild. And his wonderfully gentle fingers 
knew exactly what to do on her clitoris to give her the most lustful 
satisfaction, so that before long, she felt her loins charging up with the 
impending explosion of her climax. 

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she pleaded with him, methodically bucking her 
yearning loins up against his teasing hand. 

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

Tony knew he couldn't hold back much longer, the way his red-haired girl 
friend was milking his balls with her caressing fingers, and he suddenly 
made his decision. His inexperienced and twisting partner 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 set 
limits, but now she seemed excited enough to go along with his overpowering 
need. 

He took his mouth away from hers and whispered into her ear, "Baby, rub it 
around outside your pussy -- please? God! You're driving me crazy!" 

The voluptuous young redhead hesitated a moment, knowing how much they both 
wanted to go ahead and go all the way when they got started together. But 
they had always resisted the impulse before, and it did feel so good when 
they got so very close. Andrea knew, too, that Tony had deliberately used 
that obscene word to excite her -- and, for some reason, it always did. Why, 
she wasn't sure. She had the reputation of being a nice girl in her high 
school, and maybe that was it. To use or hear "naughty" words was exciting 
to her because she had always felt it was forbidden -- just as it was 
forbidden in her strict upbringing to be allowing her boyfriend the 
liberties he was now taking. 

Wrapping her fingers around Tony's throbbing penis, Andrea ground her 
buttocks away from him and guided the rock-hard shaft down until its bulbous 
tip came into burning contact with the entrance of her hungering cunt. The 
seminal fluid now seeping freely from the tiny slit in his glans only gave 
further lubrication as she rubbed the swollen cock-head back and forth in 
her narrow pussy furrow, massaging her quivering clitoris while she gently 
continued stroking her hand up and down his hotly pulsating shaft. The young 
girl knew she had to be careful. Once before she had gotten carried away and 
Tony had ejaculated his hot cum dangerously close to the mouth of her 
vagina. Since her pubic hair had been soaked with the thick white cum, it 
seemed to her a miracle that she had not gotten pregnant. 

The soft velvety tip of her dark-haired boyfriend's penis pressing against 
her clitoris made the little pleasure bud swell and ache with desire, 
leaving Andrea lost in her own sensations as the soft inner surfaces of her 
thighs trembled with excitement. She was on the verge of cumming now, and, 
if he could hold back just a minute longer she would make it. 

Tony could tell Andrea was nearing the point of climax from her frantic 
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 turgid penis slightly up into the expanding channel 
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 enough to let him fuck her. 

The muscular young athlete waited until his red-haired 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 
upthrusting loins. 

As Andrea 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 
up inside her tender cuntal orifice, and the relentless weight of his strong 
young body pressed her down to the ground. 

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

Tony only grunted in answer and continued his merciless forward thrust, 
feeling the untried walls of his red-haired girl friend'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 up into the tightness of her moistly heated 
cunt, he would explode immediately. It wouldn't be the tender loving fuck he 
had always dreamed about with his girl friend, but cumming up inside her 
warm wet sheath of flesh would be enough for the time being. Once he had 
fucked up into her, she would not be so hard to persuade the next time - if 
there was a next time. 

"Tony! You can't! You just can't!" Andrea pleaded up at him, fighting down 
her own, almost irresistible impulse to let him go ahead and put his penis 
all the way in -- right up to the hilt. It felt so terribly good! She jerked 
her buttocks back and forth on the ground as she tried in vain to escape the 
persistent intrusion, inadvertently causing Tony even more frantically 
exciting pleasure. 

So far, only the bulbous tip-end of his lust-hardened 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 she feverishly began 
to milk them. She knew that this would force her boyfriend to climax whether 
he wanted to right away or not, and she hoped and prayed that he would cum 
before his fiercely pummeling cock tore its way through her hymen and her 
precious innocence was gone forever. 

"Ooohhh, God!" Tony moaned above her. "You ...you're making me cum, baby. 
Ooohhh!" 

The dark-haired youth bit down madly on his lip to try to hold back, but it 
was already too late. Already he could feel the powerful surge of semen 
boiling up out of his tingling balls, and then it spurted endlessly out of 
his wildly jerking cock up into the hot narrow mouth of her cunt. Tony 
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 his 
strength seemed to have suddenly drained out of him, and somehow she managed 
to hold him off, pulling down hard on his exploding balls. 

Andrea felt the hot sticky liquid spewing up into her cunt and then flooding 
back out again around his spasming cock 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 that if she let herself go, he would thrust forward up into the 
inner depths of her vagina, and she would have nothing left to give her 
future husband, whether Tony or someone else. And if she got pregnant, her 
whole future as a professional tennis player would be ruined. 

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

He had been so tantalizingly close to entering her that Andrea had almost 
lost control, and now she moved her hands from his soft dangling 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 tightly 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 deflated penis, and she 
bucked up and down under him as the delicious waves of sensation burned like 
hot firebrands throughout her jangled nerve endings. 

"Ooohhh, honey! Ooohhh, I'm cumming, honey! Squeeze my breasts ... pinch my 
tits!" she begged in blissful agony. 

Exhausted and weak from his orgasm, the youth tried to do as his girlfiriend 
asked, but was unable to do more than place his trembling hands weakly on 
the heaving mounds of her breasts and lightly stroke them, feeling the 
tautly erect buds of her aroused nipples burning into the palms of his 
hands. 

Then it was over, and Andrea lay breathing heavily under him, the air 
hissing slightly through her teeth as she gasped for breath. Tony could feel 
her nostrils flaring against his cheek, and then she licked her tongue 
lightly up into his ear, a gesture of appreciation that she always used 
after cumming. Apparently, Andrea had forgotten for the moment that he had 
almost fucked her against her will, but Tony was also aware that she would 
soon remember it and try to give him hell for it. This time, however, he 
wasn't going to give her the chance. No, this time he would get to her 
first. 

"Sometimes I think you're nothing but a fucking prick-tease," he growled 
down at her. He put his hands down on either side of her still heaving body 
and lifted himself away from her. "Someday you're going to get it, and 
you'll wish it'd been me, because it'll be somebody who won't give a shit 
about you and your goddamned principles. He'll just fuck you till you can't 
walk, and he'll laugh at your tears and walk off and leave you." 

Andrea gasped in disbelief. She couldn't believe Tony's sudden change in 
attitude. In a matter of seconds he had seemed to lose all respect for her 
and for how she felt. The young redhead had always heard that was what would 
happen if a man was ever allowed to get his way with her before she married 
him, and now she realized it was true. 

"Don't... don't you dare talk to me like that, Anthony Emerson!" she 
sputtered. 

"I'll talk to you anyway I want!" he snapped back. "You're going away 
tomorrow, and you'll no doubt play your teasing game with plenty of other 
guys before I see you again. But get this, if you ever hope to come back to 
me, baby, you'd damn well better be ready to go all the way -- and, if 
you're not a virgin, the whole world will know what a phony you really are. 
Oh, you may win the Davis Cup, but it's going to be a wild world out there, 
baby, and you won't meet many more nice guys. We've both experienced enough 
of life to know that!" 

Andrea was stunned by his vehemence and the coldness of his tone. She could 
only stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at him as he got up, straightened his 
clothes and zipped up his fly. His penis was still slightly swollen as he 
stuffed it back inside his shorts, and, for a brief moment, she thought of 
trying to calm him down by starting all over again. She knew she could do it 
- many times she had jerked him off two or three times in one night. But he 
had already said too much. She no longer felt like trying to appease him in 
the slightest. She had wanted to avoid a scene, and this was what she got 
for it! Well, let him go away mad. Tomorrow she would be gone, and he would 
be sorry he'd spoken to her this way! 

Despite the fact that she didn't want Tony to know how much the words had 
stung her, Andrea felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and she 
sat up on the ground to search her purse for some kleenex. After wiping away 
the tears from her cheeks, she did the best she could to clean away the 
sticky white semen from her inner thighs, working in silence, and then she 
too got up and faced him. 

Tony opened his mouth to continue his tirade, but she interrupted him. "Now 
you listen to me," she began. "If you had gotten what you wanted tonight, we 
would both be in a really bad fix, so you can thank your lucky stars I have 
more strength of character than you have. I'm glad you finally showed your 
true colors, -because when I come back to town I'm going to be in a 
different world from yours -- we won't even be speaking the same language. 
I'm going to Southern California to start up the road to fame and success, 
and I won't need some creep from a state university trailing along after 
me." 

Tony stood there open-mouthed as she continued her lecture. This was a side 
of his pretty red-haired girl friend that Tony Emerson had never seen, 
though he had had a sneaking suspicion that her drive for success would 
eventually overwhelm everything else in her life. 

"You think you can make the grade by playing basketball for good old State 
U, don't you? Well, maybe, but it's not very likely. Anybody with half a 
brain can see that you have to be sponsored, you have to be backed by money, 
right from the beginning. Maybe it's different in basketball -- but I don't 
play basketball, remember? I play tennis. And I'll only be young once, and, 
while I am, I want to be up there when I can still beat the time of the best 
players in the game. And I'll do anything to get the chance. Anything!" 

The young redhead's pretty face was distorted by the intensity of her 
emotion, her green eyes flashing, and Tony could barely recognize her for 
the sweet, docile Andrea he had known. She seemed transformed beyond belief. 

"I see," the young black-haired man answered with sudden understanding. His 
mouth twisted into a tight, angry sneer. "You've been holding off fucking me 
because I was a nobody, is that it? You'll let the first guy who can give 
you a boost get into your tight little twat. Well, there are names for girls 
like you ... only I won't dirty my mouth by saying them." 

Not waiting for a reply to his bitter words, Tony turned on his heel and 
strode off, leaving her standing alone and a little bewildered Under the 
arbor of trees. She wasn't so sure now she wanted to leave Tony feeling so 
angry at her. And under his breath, he whispered through clenched teeth a 
phrase that Andrea felt she would never forget. 

"Cheap whore!" 

 Chapter Two 

The Mariposa Country Club in Southern California had once been the estate of 
a wealthy family, but now it was a pleasure haunt for many families. The 
current generation's nouveauriche came from far and wide to get away from 
the tiresome tract homes they had paid small fortunes to buy. A chic piano 
bar was situated in the old library still replete with books no one ever 
read anymore. You could sit at the bar and look out over the golf course 
that had been made among the endless lawns and gardens. The great French 
doors at the near end of the room opened out onto a flagstone terrace and a 
gigantic heart-shaped swimming pool. 

The bar itself was normally packed with members and their friends, 
overflowing onto the back terrace, but it was too early now, and there were 
only one or two people present who had drunk too much the night before and 
spent the night in one of the available bedrooms. With black coffee, bloody 
Marys and screwdrivers, they sat in the corners, nursing their hangovers. 
One felt much like talking, and there was an air of solemnity hanging over 
the room. 

The dark mood was changed abruptly when the side door by the reception desk 
opened and Andrea Wade entered, followed by the club manager, Mike Barton. 
Andrea wore a brief orange mini-dress that barely covered her flowered 
bikini panties beneath. The thin smooth material clung to her voluptuous 
curves as though she had been poured into it, and the sight of her flaming 
red hair and nubile body brought an interested gleam to the bleary eyes of 
the bartender and one of the drinkers in the corner. The young girl had the 
habit of tossing her head to throw her copper-penny hair back over her 
shoulders when she entered a room, a movement which caused her ripely 
thrusting breasts to jiggle tantalizingly inside her tight dress. Then she 
stepped forward into the room with long sure strides that made the firm 
muscles of her thighs ripple under the smooth white flesh. 

Walking behind her with a bemused smile on his face, Mike Barton watched the 
suggestive swaying of her amply-fleshed hips. His eyes may have seemed lost 
in thought, but they were dreamily focused on the young girl's inviting 
buttocks and thighs. Unconsciously, the older man licked his lips lightly 
with the tip of his tongue as Andrea stretched herself to sit upon one of 
the tall leather-covered stools at the bar. He caught a brief glimpse of the 
tender smooth skin of her thigh where it met the lacy edge of her nylon 
panties, and he felt a familiar ache of new desire tickling at his loins. He 
then perched himself on the stool next to her with an exaggerated groan of 
effort in an attempt to cover his lascivious feelings, 

"What'll it be, Miss Wade? A double gin on the rocks?" Mike asked 
solicitously when she turned her smiling face to meet his. 

"Just some plain orange juice, if you don't mind," answered the innocent 
young redhead. 

"Maybe a little gin or vodka to spice it up a bit?" 

"Thanks," she smiled, "but I don't drink. I never had much practice, and, 
besides, I'm afraid it might cut down on my stamina." 

"It's up to you ... though, I must say, my girl friends never complained 
about me losing my stamina." Mike Barton gave a lewd wink, his blue eyes 
twinkling, and then he forced his face into a serious expression and 
straightened up, once more the respectable club manager. Already he had 
developed a strong interest in this nubile redhead, but he knew it wouldn't 
get him anywhere to scare her off with suggestive remarks. It crossed his 
mind that she might not even understand what he was talking about. 

"Steve, "this is Miss Wade, our new tennis instructor for the summer," Mike 
Barton said to the bartender waiting silently for his order. "Steve makes 
the best martinis this side of Palm Springs. Plain orange juice for the 
young lady, Steve; the usual for me." 

"Right! You're part of the family, now, Miss Wade." 

"Thank you," Andrea said, impressed by the quiet manner and the elegant red 
jacket of the middle-aged bartender. She glanced around at the plush room 
and then looked out the windows to where she could see a number of 
early-morning golfers, like toy soldiers in the distance, playing on an 
immaculate carpet of green grass. 

"I think you'll like it here," the club manager told her. "We're all one big 
family, and I'm sure everyone of us will be available in case you ever need 
anything." 

"Oh, yes, I'm sure I'll like it here, Mr. Barton," Andrea replied, tossing 
her red hair back as she turned to face him with a wide smile. "It's just 
lovely. And my room is so much more than I expected, with a little kitchen 
and everything. I'm really happy you decided to hire me for the job." 

"Well, it was difficult to make a choice with so many fine athletes coming 
up these days, but you made a very good impression on Boyd Donovan when he 
saw you in Flagstaff. He's a good man, and we took his word for it that 
you'd work out. He knows the kind of people we cater to and what we need in 
our personnel. And, after meeting you, I have to agree with him once again. 
You're charming and you're lovely, and, to judge from all reports, an 
excellent tennis player as well." 

Andrea couldn't help blushing from the warm compliments he was paying her, 
and she noticed that his eyes darted from time to time down to her full 
breasts or lingered over her smooth thighs. Deliberately, she squirmed her 
buttocks around on the stool and crossed her shapely legs. Now that she was 
getting into the world that held possibilities, she would have to remember 
to play her seductive role whenever it seemed advantagious to her career. 

The drinks were brought and they sipped them in silence for a few moments, a 
thoughtful look on Barton's face. Then, after she declined a cigarette, he 
lit one for himself and began to speak in an earnest voice. 

"I'd like to discuss one more little thing with you. You know that Mariposa 
has a tradition of being behind top-notch athletes in their careers. Hank 
Morrow, the golf pro, got his start here. Swimmer Flip Dawson, too. But 
we've never yet had a real winner in the tennis line. The club is proud of 
what they've accomplished so far and we hope to continue this tradition. We 
look forward to adding more famous names to the list of those who started 
out here." 

Andrea nodded her head understandingly, hardly able to control the 
excitement building up in the pit of her stomach. She had barely arrived, 
and already the manager was hinting to her about a possible sponsorship. 

"There is every indication," Mike Barton continued, running his strong hand 
back over his thinning blond hair, "that you may be potential championship 
material. Are you by any chance interested in going on and getting into an 
amateur or professional career in tennis?" 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Barton!" Andrea quickly answered. "That's been my dream from 
the start. It's the only ambition I've ever had -- to be a professional 
tennis player. .. maybe, to win the Davis Cup. At least, to get a chance at 
it," 

"Great! That's really great! We'll have a lot of work ahead of us, of 
course, and you'll have the hardest part. Not only will you have to prove to 
the selection committee that you've got what it takes, but, well, there's 
another kind of responsibility. I'm afraid there's always a little bit of 
politicking involved in this type of thing, and you'll have to cater to a 
few old codgere -- try to make them like you.. . that kind of thing. I'm 
sure you'll have no trouble -- you'll charm them all. Success in this world 
very seldom depends on .ability -- as you'll be learning all too soon." 

"Yes, I understand, Mr. Barton. I hope you'll keep me informed as we go 
along. I'm willing to do almost anything to have a chance to compete around 
the country," the redhead said earnestly, smiling, and turning her soft 
green eyes on Mike's face. 

The club manager's face flashed a momentary surprise, and a leer appeared in 
his blue eyes for just a moment at the implications of her remark, and then 
he quickly regained control of himself and assumed his businesslike look 
once again. 

"I will. I certainly will keep you informed. And I wish you the best of 
luck." He downed the last of his Bloddy Mary. "And now, let me take you and 
introduce you to my son, Gary, he's helping out around here for the summer. 
It's sort of summer training for him; he has ideas of running his own club 
some day." 

Gary Barton looked very much like his father, the same blond hair, though 
much lighter, almost white, and the same blue eyes, though without the 
seriousness of his father's. His grin was friendly, almost impudent, as he 
greeted his father warmly and surveyed the young red-haired girl with an 
almost lascivious stare. 

"Ill leave you to my son, Andrea," Mike Barton said, using her given name 
for the first time. "I think I should warn you, though, Gary has the 
reputation of being a ladykiller. You better watch him." 

Andrea laughed ;as she said goodbye to the older man. Young Gary was just a 
kid, no matter how much of a Romeo he thought he was. She could take care of 
herself. He was an attractive kid, though; he was tall, well over six feet, 
and his white tennis outfit showed off his brawny chest and muscular 
suntanned thighs. He certainly looked strong enough -- and virile, she 
thought, noticing the prominent bulge in his tennis shorts. He smiled at her 
as if he would like to take her in his arms and kiss her right then and 
there. It promises to be a very interesting summer, she thought even if he 
is just a kid. He can't be more than seventeen. 

She was very conscious of the year's difference in their ages, and she was 
sure she'd have no trouble at all keeping him in his place. Still, it might 
be fun to see just how hot and bothered she could get him, she thought, 
lowering her eyelashes coyly as the younger Barton stared at her. 

"I never cease to be amazed at my father's ability to pick beautiful girls," 
Gary told her, "but you're the most gorgeous creature he's found in a long 
time. It's nice to have you as part of the family." 

Something about the way he said the last phrase sounded ominous, so entirely 
different from the way his father and Steve had said it. It was almost as if 
he were somehow making an obscene remark. She turned the phrase over in her 
mind, but try as she might, she could see nothing suggestive about the words 
themselves. 

"Look, let me show you around the place. It'll have to be a quickie, and 
then I have to get back here. The early birds will be back from their first 
nine holes very soon, and I have to be here. You know, I guess, that you 
don't have to start work till next Monday?" He took her by the elbow and led 
her through the stables. 

"Yes, Mr. Barton - your father - told me I was free until then," she said. 
"I hadn't really expected that -- it's very nice." 

"Did he also tell you that you have full use of all club facilities? We like 
our people to mix with the members. It makes everybody feel more at home, 
like it's one big family. Get familiar with the people and with the 
grounds." He paused in the shadows of the sweet-and-sour smelling stables 
and abruptly turned to the startled eighteen-year-old girl. 

Andrea's green eyes opened wide in a questioning look, and her heart 
suddenly skipped a beat. Young Gary Barton suddenly leaned down, putting his 
arms around her and pulling her toward him, and then he pressed his warm 
moist lips down over hers. The red-haired teenager was so startled she did 
nothing to resist, merely closing her eyes as he flicked his tongue lightly 
in between her parted lips. It was strangely exciting to her to be kissing a 
boy she'd met only minutes before, and she found her body warmly responding. 
Tony was the only boy she'd been this close to for a year now, and it was 
only out ,of a sense of propriety that she resisted the impulse to wrap her 
arms around Gary's neck and press her body into closer contact with his. 

But it was, nevertheless, a long kiss, in which the blond-haired youth 
seemed to be exploring the responsive possibilities of this enticing young 
toy suddenly made available to him. After a long time, when he had snaked 
his tongue in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth numerous times and felt 
the timid initial response beginning in her, he was breathing hard against 
her cheek and her own nostrils flared as she struggled for breath. His 
strong hands were still grasping her shoulders, and, finally, he pushed her 
away gently and looked into her green eyes. 

"I like you, Andrea," he breathed. "Let's get to know each other better, 
okay?" A lewd little smile of anticipation passed over his lips as he stared 
into her eyes. 

"I... I like you, too," Andrea stammered, almost unable to control herself 
from the unexpected excitement coursing through her quivering body. 

"Well go dancing tonight in the pavillion an.d then take a moonlight stroll, 
if you want. It's beautiful here this time of the year. It'll be pretty 
crowded later on in the season." 

"All right. I'd like that. And I guess I'll be pretty busy after Monday." 
The young redhead was a little nervous about accepting a date so quickly; 
she didn't want Gary to get the wrong idea about her - that she was an easy 
girl or something -- but at the same time, she didn't want to offend the 
club manager's son by being too aloof. And after all, it was better than 
sitting in her room alone and watching TV. What harm could there be in a 
simple date? 

The blond-haired youth quickly led Andrea through the rest of the grounds, 
introducing her to the people in charge, and then he dropped her off at her 
quarters and went back to work. 

It had been a lovely evening. First Andrea Wade and Gary had dined together 
on the upper terrace under the stars, where he had insisted she sample 
several glasses of wine and finish off the sumptuous meal with a liqueur. 
The waiters treated them like royalty, and to her it was a preview of the 
life she hoped to enter soon. Then they danced for a time to a four-piece 
combo under paper lanterns, and Gary held her close on the slow numbers. By 
the time they were ready to go for a walk, Gary, who had been drinking 
pretty steadily, was placing moist kisses on the tender skin of her neck. 
Andrea's heart was racing with excitement from the handsome boy's constant 
attentions. She found herself no longer thinking of him as "just a kid". He 
seemed so much older than his years and so confident -- much more so than 
Tony who was her own age. 

As they left the narrow walkway between the rows of shrubs and walked out 
onto the open fairway of the country club golf course, the lovely young 
ghi's head was spinning hazily from the effects of so much alcohol, and she 
clutched Gary's strong arm as he led the way over the soft grass. After they 
had walked for some time in the bright night, Andrea caught a glimpse of a 
large pond in the distance, and she begged him to take her there. When he 
seemed to ignore her entreaties, she tore herself away from him and, 
laughing happily, ran ahead of him toward the sparkling water. 

"It's beautiful," she shouted in the quiet evening air. "What a shame we 
didn't bring our swimsuits." 

"Who needs 'em?" the manager's young son asked, and before she knew what he 
was doing, Gary had begun stripping off his clothes and was standing naked 
at the water's edge, looking like a young Greek god poised in the moonlight. 
She found herself staring unashamedly at his masculinely perfect body, and 
she watched breathlessly as he made a splashless dive into the clear pond 
water. 

"Come on in!" Gary shouted to her from near the center of the pond. "You get 
fifty cents for every ball you find." He went down in a dive and came back 
up holding a white golf ball for her to see. "Here's one. Catch!" he called, 
tossing the ball to her. 

She missed the ball, but a few drops of water splashed against her arm and 
her dress. "Oh! You're getting my dress wet!" she complained, stepping back 
a little from the edge. 

"Serves you right for being such a prude," he answered, swimming closer and 
starting to arc water up at her in splash after splash. 

She ran back, screaming with delight, managing to miss most of the spray he 
aimed at her. Then she stood watching as he dived and surfaced over and over 
again, cavorting like a playful dolphin, until finally it seemed he was 
having so much fun that the redhead felt an irresistible urge to join him in 
the water. 

"Promise you won't watch if I come in?" Andrea asked a little anxiously. 

"Heck! What would I want to watch you for?" Gary snorted. "You can leave on 
your bra and panties if it makes you feel any safer from a lecherous old man 
like me." 

She didn't want to tell him that she wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath 
her three-quarter length evening dress, but she decided to keep on her 
panties and try to get into the water quickly before he could get a good 
look at her breasts. She kicked off her shoes and, in one swift movement, 
she lifted the dress over her head. Since it was so warm, she wasn't wearing 
a slip either, and for a split second she stood at the edge of the pond with 
nothing on but a pair of bikini panties. Then she arched like a white fish 
into the air and went into the water with hardly a ripple. 

Gary Barton whistled appreciatively through his teeth at the sight of her 
voluptuous nakedness in the moonlight. He had known she was as shapely as 
any young woman he had ever seen, but he had never expected the fullness of 
her proudly upthrust breasts, the wasp-like narrow waist flaring out to 
lush, rounded hips, the long smooth legs tapering down to slender ankles. 
When she dived, her long crimson hair flowed out behind her like a flaming 
banner of challenging beauty. And the tiny triangle of her white nylon 
bikini panties made his cock jerk excitedly in the cool water. Gary groaned 
softly in the night and felt his testicles warm with pleasure as he thought 
of trying to fuck this alluring young redhead as he had so many other women 
at the club. He had fucked older women and younger, and this was one 
important reaspn for going along with his father and helping him out summer 
after summer, but he had never encountered one so alluringly provocative as 
this sweet young redhead named Andrea Wade. He felt his penis jerking slowly 
into life with his lewd thoughts, and he grasped the growing shaft in his 
fingers and squeezed it for good luck. 

Andrea swam like a mermaid, dipping and rolling through the water as though 
she had been born there, while Gary moved over to the shallow water near the 
edge, watching in fascination. He especially like a kind of wave-like motion 
she made through the water by holding her arms at her sides and undulating 
her body like a fish. He caught fleeting glimpses of her gleaming white body 
as the young girl tossed and twisted through the water, the occasional full 
view of her ripely rounded breasts causing the blood to pound in his loins. 

He just had to fuck the country club's new tennis teacher, and soon before 
all the others got a chance at her. He had no doubt that leading the 
lecherous pack of wolves would be his own father. It was hard for the 
teenager to understand why his forty-year-old father seemed to do as well as 
Gary himself with the young girls, and he was certain that at the first 
opportunity, his old man would make a big play for this innocent young 
redhead. 

At length, Andrea became tired and swam lazily toward the shore where she 
had left her clothes. But Gary Barton dashed out of the pond, beating her to 
the heap of garments by a few steps and grabbed up her gown. He ran toward a 
tall tree in the nearby rough and tossed the dress up to hang from a branch 
too high for her to reach. Now she would have to climb the tree for it stark 
naked, or she would have to wait for him to get it for her. 

"W ... what are you doing?" the girl shivered slightly from the sudden 
coolness of the night air, and she noticed a slight but unmistakable change 
in the expression on Gary's face, and it frightened her. He suddenly looked 
absolutely merciless to her. 

"I don't want you to get dressed yet," he told her in a rasping voice. "Come 
have a drink." The blond-haired youth lifted a leather-encased flask of 
Scotch from his jacket pocket and held it out toward her. "Come on, Andrea. 
Don't be afraid. It'll warm you up, believe me." 

The nearly naked young redhead covered her breasts ineffectually with her 
forearms and stared at the club assistant in disbelief. His semi-erect penis 
was rising steadily upward in front of him, and, in the moonlight, it looked 
to her like a terrifying monument to male power. Andrea had seen only Tony's 
penis before this, and the difference in shape and size was incredible. Gary 
Barton's penis was much longer and thicker than Tony's, and Andrea found 
herself wondering how any woman could possibly take something that big 
inside her without being split apart. 

"Don't you dare treat me this way, Gary Barton!" she started demanding, but 
her voice faltered, and she continued pleadingly. "Give me my dress and 
let's go back to the club house." There was desperation in her voice, but he 
made no sign of relenting, and suddenly Andrea was very much afraid. 
Although she was fairly certain that she could outrun him, where could she 
go without her clothes? Perhaps she could have found her way back to her 
room, if only she'd paid more attention to the layout of the golf course. 
She wasn't even quite sure which way the club house was. 

And then a second fear suddenly entered her mind and jolted her like a 
streak of lightning. Suppose she did get away from the manager's son, would 
he then say something against her to his manager-father and cause her to 
lose her new job even before she started? And even worse, she'd lose the 
opportunity for competing for the Davis Cup. She couldn't let that happen! 
The young girl decided she could handle him and protect herself from his 
obvious intentions. After all her practice in keeping her boyfriend 

Tony from going too far, she should be able to do it without too much 
difficulty. Still, she'd have to be careful not to get him too upset. Slowly 
she made up her mind. 

"Come on, come on," Gary urged her impatiently, beckoning with the flask. "I 
won't bite you. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise you that." 

"Only if you'll turn your back and promise you won't try anything," the 
determined young girl said. "And only one drink, then we go. Okay?" 

Smiling to himself, Gary Barton turned slowly around and faced away from 
her. He held out the flask toward his side and waited, not moving, except 
for his heavy breathing and the compulsive jerking of his erect penis. 

Nervously approaching him from the back and reaching out to take the 
extended flask from his hand, the frightened young redhead was desperately 
hoping that she could get out of this problematic situation without losing 
face. Andrea wished now that she had never accepted Gary's invitation, but 
it was too late for that now. If she kept a level head, she just might get 
out of this all right; if not, she risked losing everything she had 
struggled for. 

Standing cold and nearly naked, Andrea took the flask, and the strong smell 
of straight Scotch burned her nostrils as she held it up to her lips. Andrea 
was afraid she wouldn't be able to drink it, especially after all the wine 
they had drunk at dinner and the liqueur afterwards. The eighteen-year-old 
tennis instructor had never drunk anything stronger than a beer in her life, 
and she didn't like the dizzy light-headed feeling it gave her. 

She held the mouth of the flask up to her lips and hesitated, when Gary 
Barton suddenly swung around and wrapped his left arm around her neck. 

"Come on, Andrea, drink up," he growled. With his right hand, he tilted the 
flask so that the fiery liquid began to pour into her mouth. "Drink!" he 
repeated in a threatening way, and she swallowed a scorching mouthful of the 
liquid. 

Almost immediately she felt the warmth spreading through her body, thankful 
at least that she was able to stop shivering. But she gasped for air from 
the searing effect in her throat and started to choke. 

"A little more, and you'll be all right," the relentless blond-haired youth 
told her. 

Andrea felt him press the mouth of the flask harshly against her bared teeth 
and she could hear the Scotch gurgling as more of it entered her mouth. This 
time it didn't burn as much, and she relaxed a little in his grip as she 
swallowed still another mouthful. 

"That's better, baby," Gary whispered hoarsely, and then he lifted the flask 
to his own lips and took a long swallow. 

"Now, please ... ," Andrea started, but she coughed and choked as she found 
if difficult to speak with her mouth burning so intensely. "Please... take 
me back," she managed in a whisper. She tried to sound stern in spite of the 
fact that her head was beginning to reel from the effects of the alcohol. 

"In a minute, baby. First I want a little kiss." 

Without giving her a chance to protest, he swooped down and pressed his 
burning hot lips over hers, pushing his tongue deep into the confused girl's 
mouth before she could stop him. Her mouth already felt as though it were on 
fire from the burning effects of the Scotch, and the lashing hotness of his 
lewdly probing tongue sent waves of additional fire shooting through 
Andrea's almost naked body. Since Gary's left arm was still wrapped firmly 
around her neck, it was impossible to pull away. 

With his right hand, the well built young man began to caress Andrea's 
fearfully heaving breasts, alternately cupping them in his palms and 
tweaking the tiny pink buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 
The inescapeable sensations were electrifying, and Andrea's inexperienced 
body trembled all over from his burning kiss and touch. Gary'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. 

Afraid that she would reveal her naturally warm and passionate nature, the 
young Davis 

Cup hopeful moaned and struggled in pretended protest, secretly wanting him 
to continue sending the delicious feelings of warmth spreading down into her 
nearly naked loins. She clenched her thighs together to quell the tingling 
hunger building up between them, the muscles of her thighs trembling from 
her growing excitement. She wanted to slap him, to push him away, but 
instead, her hands hung loosely at her sides, her arms pinned at the elbows 
by his, as though she had no control over her own limbs. The mind-numbing 
effects of all the wine she had drunk earlier, and now the Scotch, washed 
away her will to resist. 

Suddenly, after giving a deep-throated moan, Gary twisted his captive 
redhead around to face him, pressing his rigidly pulsing penis into the 
naked softness of her belly. The hand formerly caressing and fondling at her 
breasts now slipped down over her satin-smooth hip and reached around behind 
her, sliding under the elastic waistband of her soaking wet bikini panties 
to grasp her tautly clenched buttocks and draw her up against his strong 
muscular body. 

Andrea could feel his huge rock-hard cock throbbing against her quivering 
belly, its presence holding her as though it possessed some mysterious power 
over her will. She could feel little shivers of wanton excitement radiating 
wickedly throughout her protesting body from the point where his 
desire-thickened penis touched her naked flesh. Uncontrollably, she pushed 
her belly forward against his hotly pounding shaft of flesh and moaned deep 
in her throat, 

"You like that, don't you, baby?" the blond-haired youth said, pulling his 
mouth away from hers. "Just wait till I put it inside your little pussy and 
fuck you," he added, looking-down at her with an obscene smile on his face. 

"Oh, no! No! You can't!" Andrea protested, stammering, "I . . . I've never 
done that... I... I'm a ... a virgin." Then she started struggling violently 
against his strong grip. "Please let me go, Gary. I can't... you ... you 
mustn't!" 

Gary released his hold on her stiffly protesting young body so quickly that 
Andrea almost fell to the ground. Then, dropping to his knees in front of 
her, he hooked his thumbs in the waist-band of her white panties before she 
realized what was happening. Then, the manager's son slowly peeled the 
clinging white nylon panties down from her hips, unveiling to his hungry 
eyes the secret treasure of her red hair-covered pussy mound, while the 
distraught girl struggled to retain her balance by holding onto his 
shoulders. She thrust her buttocks away from him in an attempt to prevent 
the insensitive stripping away of her last shred of protective clothing. 
However, as Andrea pulled back, Gary yanked downward, completely exposing 
the enticing little scarlet triangle to his greedy eyes. Her scanty white 
panties were now rolled into a narrow double noose around her knees, and 
before she could move again, Gary placed his hands on her waist and jerked 
her forward so that the tantalizing softness of her pubic hair was jammed 
against his face. Then he cupped both of her roundly molded ass-cheeks in 
his palms, digging his strong fingers into the soft resilient flesh until it 
squeezed out between his fingers in white ridges. 

Young Gary Barton licked his lips as he stared at the puckered lips of her 
untried pussy, wanting to greedily spread them apart with his probing 
tongue. He knew that would break down any resistance she might have left, 
but he couldn't wait. His cock was throbbing so insistently that he felt an 
urgent need to sink the lust-swollen shaft up to the hilt in her soft white 
belly. He had the entire summer to enjoy getting her turned on to 
tongue-fucking, like all the other girls he had seduced in the past. Right 
now he felt an overwhelming need to take her in a brutal first fuck, one 
that she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life. 

The innocent young girl felt his moist lips sear a burning trail of passion 
up over the sensitively quivering skin of her belly as he moved up toward 
the naked roundness of her breasts looming above his head. Gary extended his 
tongue when he reached the narrow cleft between the succulent twin melons, 
licking it back and forth like a fluttering serpent's tongue in a lewd 
spiral of lust. Then he opened his jaws as wide as he could and took a great 
mouthful of her right breast into the hungering hotness of his mouth as he 
flicked his tongue repeatedly back and forth over the spongy erected nipple 
at the tip. He heard a groan above him as he closed his teeth lightly around 
the hardened bud and then circled it teasingly with his darting tongue. 

"Ooohhh ... don't! Please, don't," she pleaded as he heedlessly nipped and 
sucked at the warm turgid flesh. Without warning, he switched to the other 
breast, leaving Andrea's saliva-soaked nipple to cool in the fresh night 
air. 

The helplessly aroused young girl couldn't understand what was happening to 
her. Always before, when Tony was doing his best to make her lose her 
self-control, she could hold back her feelings at will. Now, it seemed that 
her naked body was no longer.her own. It was someone else's over which she 
had no control of any kind, the lust in her loins was a legacy from a 
primitive side of herself she had not known existed and had never before 
ventured to explore. 

The handsome young man's mouth working eagerly at her wide-set breasts was 
driving her wild, the pink nubs of her nipples quivering under his lewd 
tonguing. 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 vagina from the 
rear. Violent jolts of forbidden delight raced up and down her spine as Gary 
fingered and rubbed with teasing insistence at the moistly seeping warmth of 
her cuntal mouth. 

"No! Oh, nooo! You can't...," Andrea whimpered, pushing with all her might 
against Gary's muscular shoulders in an attempt to escape his obscene 
ministrations, but he was too strong for her. 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. 

Feeling the increasing wetness up between her thighs, Gary Barton suddenly 
sank his extended middle finger up to the second knuckle into her virginal 
pussy, exulting in the succulent readiness he had brought her to. It was 
obvious that she had been too repressed in her hometown to let herself go. 

Sensing that she was on the verge of losing complete control, Andrea began 
struggling fiercely once again. Her voluptuously naked form was writhing in 
front of Gary like a victim trying to escape the clutches of a python, and 
the manager's son quickly made his move. He dropped both hands down to the 
back of her knees and jerked them forward. The red-haired girl went down as 
if she'd been tackled on a football field, grasping desperately at his head 
and shoulders to keep from hitting the ground in an unbroken fall. Her back 
pressed down into the damp grass, and her red hair spread around her head 
like a flaming fiery halo. 

The blond-haired youth gave the eighteen-year-old virgin no time to recover 
from the shock of 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 between her splayed legs and pinned her down before she could press 
her knees together to protect her nakedly exposed vaginal opening. 

There were no words coming from her mouth now, only the breathless gasps of 
her silent struggle to prevent the impending rape of her tender young loins. 
The weight of his strong muscular physique held her powerless under him as 
he wriggled up over her futilely squirming body until his pulsating hardness 
was aligned with the fearfully cringing opening to her innocent young pussy. 
Andrea felt his hands fasten her arms to the ground up over her head, 
leaving her to buck and twist her naked torso under him as she clasped his 
insistent body between her legs in a last vain attempt to throw him off. 

Gary was now searching wildly with the tip of his bulging penis for the 
moistly heated opening he was determined to enter, and soon he felt it like 
a wet hot oven emitting heat onto his blood-engorged cock-head. 

He flexed his buttocks slightly and settled the throbbing tip-end firmly 
into the outer flanges of Andrea's tightly clenched vaginal opening, a great 
sigh of triumph escaping from his lips as he neared his goal. Gary 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 eighteen-year-old 
girl's never-before-fucked cunt. 

Andrea quivered away from the hot intruding hugeness inescapably lodged up 
between her legs, loosing a gasp of mingled desire and anticipation of pain. 
In her alcohol-numbed state, she suddenly realized that she had been waiting 
for years to experience the pleasure and happiness of total lovemaking, but 
had always been afraid of following through on her own. Now, dear God, now 
she had no choice! 

Gary Barton paused for a moment, and he lifted his head to grin lewdly down 
at Andrea's lovely young face, enjoying the wide-eyed look of fear and 
desire spread over her fine-boned features. He savored for a moment the warm 
moistness of her pussy-lips throbbing in desperate anticipation around his 
lust-engorged cock-head, and then, smiling evilly, he jerked his hips 
forward and with one long brutal stab drove his steel-hard shaft straight 
through the ineffectual barrier of her maidenhead, and on until he felt it 
slam against the soft tip of the helpless girl's cervix deep up inside. 

"Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh, God! It hurts! Help me... stop!" Andrea 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 seemed 
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 painfully stretched vagina. "Stop! You're killing me!" she 
cried. 

But it was useless. "Yell all you want to, baby," Gary 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 begin to slide his cock in and out with 
little resisting friction. "There's nobody who can hear you out here." 

Straightening up on his arms, his hands still holding hers pinned 
defenselessly to the ground, Gary gazed down at this innocent young girl so 
helplessly impaled on his rock-hard cock. Her voluptuously rounded breasts 
heaved with her labored breathing, and her stomach rose and fell with each 
gasp from her lips. Their bodies were joined lewdly together at the loins, 
his wiry blond pubic hair tangling with the fiery crimson curls of his young 
victim. He was glued up between her widely spread white thighs by the 
hilt-deep shaft of his eagerly pulsing penis. 

"Ooohhh!" Andrea 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 the impaling spear of flesh. The sudden entry had 
torn her flesh with searing pain, but a soothing numbness began to set in, 
making it more bearable for her. Andrea 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 young redhead had been saving for the man she 
would many 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 Gary Barton saw the tears coming and he smiled in sadistic 
satisfaction -- it made him feel virile and all-powerful to have hurt this 
tender young redhead 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 
firm-fleshed buttocks and her outspread upper 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 
impaling male shaft. 

Slowly, then, he started to slip his desire-inflated rod back out of her 
tightly clasping cunt, feeling the slight palpitations of her cuntal muscles 
and reveling in the lust-inciting sensations it gave him. When only the 
turgid tip-end of his cock remained lodged within her wetly sucking pussy, 
Gary Barton looked down under his arm-supported body to see his thick, wetly 
glistening cock with just the head still buried up between her quivering 
thighs. Thin lips of inflamed cuntal flesh had followed his thick-veined 
cock back out of her inner vagina, holding fast around him as though trying 
to suck desperately the belly-filling instrument back up inside. 

He groaned heavily in his chest from the obscene titillations of the 
picture, and then gradually he shoved his long, hard penis back up into her 
warmly expanding pussy opening. He watched as the hair-fringed bands of her 
cuntal flesh folded back inside around his plunging hardness and her soft 
crimson pubic hair curled inward again to graze against the dully glistening 
skin of his swollen cock. Relentlessly and coldly, Gary continued his 
gouging ascent up into her utmost vaginal depths. It was easier this time, 
since her hot little pussy was now moistened somewhat with defensive 
secretions, and the blond-haired youth 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 the manager's son 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 avoid at 
all costs. That was conquest in its highest form for him, making a victim 
love her torture. 

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Gary Barton 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, his entire 
lust-engorged penis buried to the very 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. 

"Oh, God, you've got a tight little pussy!" he gasped hoarsely down at her 
still squirming nakedness. Andrea's lips had bared back over her even white 
teeth and her nostrils were flaring slightly in the nascent signs of her 
unwanted desire. The cruelly impaled young girl moaned in a fluttering voice 
as she felt her vagina opening up 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 all her life. She was bursting with sensual 
anticipation like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Then she felt him 
begin to make experimental strokes up inside her softly shuddering vagina, 
until her traitorous body started following the irresistible impulse to 
match his thrusts with her own. Again and again their loins separated, only 
to press hotly back together a moment later with a little grinding twist as 
she felt his thick cock-shaft come into electrifying contact with her 
aroused clitoris. 

Gary Barton 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 
lengthened 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 sperm-bloated 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. 

"Ooohhh, God ... Ooohhh, God . ..," the helpless young female athlete moaned 
incessantly up into the moisture of Gary's mouth, shoving her tongue with 
complete abandon deep into his throat. Andrea couldn't believe what was 
happening to her. A sordidly brutal act that should have made her feel 
debased and ashamed was instead turning her inexperienced body into a 
sensitive mass of exquisite pleasure with overwhemlming flames of lewd 
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. 

"Ooohhh, goood! Goood!" came the mewling words of passion from Andrea's 
lips. Faint whimperings of servile acceptance rose from her lungs as Gary 
fucked relentlessly up into her wildly tingling cunt, her naked young body 
following his, matching him stroke for stroke until she was bucking 
rhythmically beneath his pumping loins, her face twisted in an expression of 
insane lust that was totally new to her. 

The blond-haired youth plunged his lust-driven cock up and up, deeper and 
deeper into the heated tightness of her crimson-haired cunt. 

"Oooohhh, ooohhh," she moaned beneath him, twisting and squirming wantonly 
under his ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins. Gary 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. 

"Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh!" Andrea cried out as suddenly Gary quickened his 
thrust, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick cock boring 
far up 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 
got what she wanted! Oh, God! It was so good! 

And feeling Andrea responding, Gary 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 grass for greater access to her 
loins. He lewdly squeezed one soft half-moon in each hand as he began to 
fuck 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 
unflex the muscles with the cushiony flesh of her ass-cheeks while his 
fingers clutched tightly into the cream-white firmness of her flesh. 

With all the strength of his hips and thighs, Gary Barton thrust 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 
tips 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. Andrea's eyes were wide open now, gazing glassy; and unseeing up 
at the twinkling summer stars. Their lights were reflected in her widening 
pupils like little flares of lust burning in the velvet night. 

The young girl's cuntal secretions were hotly flooding 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. 

Andrea felt his hands slip from 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. Gary continued to play with her cuntal area until 
continuous moans of unrestrained lust formed in her throat and escaped 
between her slightly parted lips. 

Andrea's body was slippery from the sweat of her untamed emotions and her 
head flailed uncontrollably on the soft grass of the golf course, her long 
flaming red hair whipping back and forth like a 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 working them like scissors of 
flesh around Gary's strong lunging hips. Scarcely minutes before, she had 
wanted desperately to escape this cruel fate -- now she wanted him to keep 
going forever! 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! Ooohhh! 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 under into tight little balls as 
she strained for the release that she had been waiting so long to 
experience. The young redhead's firmly resilient thighs pressed back against 
her shoulders, flattening her naked breasts tighter up against the heaviness 
of Gary's chest while her ass-cheeks were swinging and waving uncontrollably 
from side to side under him, her cunt spiralling crazily up and down on his 
deep-stroking, hotly throbbing penis. 

It happened almost before she knew it. 

"I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed up at him with a note of surprise. "My 
God! I'm cumming! Ooohhh ... AaanTggghhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

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. 

In the madness of her overpowering passion, Andrea 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!" Gary chanted over and over again into the 
red-haired girl'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 his moisture-soaked middle finger up into the tiny puckered 
ring of her anus, without warning, thrusting the plundering middle finger 
far up into the hot buttery depths of her never-before-invaded rectum. 

She screamed up at him and bucked painfully from the sudden unexpected 
entry, causing a slow aching pressure to build deep within the blond-haired 
youth's sperm-swollen balls. Gripping the cheeks of her crazily rotating 
buttocks with his outspread fingers, Gary 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 a great tidal wave of heat were surging through 
his veins, Gary felt himself cumming, and he increased his tempo, pounding 
his cunt-drilling strokes at machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as 
far up 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 manager's son gasped as though he were dying as he felt his loins 
bursting, 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 up into her belly. He felt the pulses again and again, each spurt of 
his ejaculation jerking his whole body as though it would tear him apart, 
the hot cum ricocheting deep up inside the scarlet-haired virgin, filling 
her womb and mixing lewdly with her own orgiastic juices. 

Finally Gary Barton collapsed down onto the heaving young redhead, their 
lewdly tangled bodies quivering like animals huddled in a ball as they lay 
locked together in nakedness on the golf course. After what seemed an 
eternity, their love-spent figures separated and Andrea let her body drop 
away from his, her arms and legs lying limply askew, angling away from her 
torso. 

The eighteen-year-old tennis instructor sighed as if a lifetime hunger had 
been at last assuaged. Gary felt his slowly deflating penis slip wetly out 
of the girl's relaxed vagina with an obscene sucking noise and he pulled his 
middle finger from the tight confines of her anus, reluctantly lifting 
himself up from her captivating young body. He would have liked to bring her 
to life again and take a great deal more pleasure from her obviously newly 
awakened passion, but he realized that he should be getting back to the club 
pavilion. Already he had stayed longer than he had intended, and he didn't 
want his father to discover that they were missing -- the old bastard would 
give him hell for beating him to this luscious new piece of tail. Sooner or 
later, Gary would tell his father, but for the present there was no sense in 
taking the risk of losing another chance at Andrea. 

The blond-haired youth stood a moment over the seemingly unconscious girl 
and looked down at her with a triumphant gleam in his blue eyes. Andrea was 
his first lay of the summer season, and he could start keeping score from 
this point on. 

He walked over to the tree where the eighteen-year-old girl's evening gown 
was hanging limply from a branch, climbed up and unhooked it, throwing it 
down across her limp form. Andrea didn't move the arm lying across her eyes, 
and she sobbed softly when she felt the soft material of her dress cover her 
naked skin. 

"I'll keep your panties, baby," Gary Barton sneered down at her. "Too bad 
they don't have your initials on them -- they would look good in this 
summer's collection." His belt buckle jingled as he put on his trousers. 
"Time to get dressed, baby. You're part of the family, now." 

Andrea's breath caught in her throat as he continued to heap humiliation on 
her. The manager's young son was treating her as if she were nothing more 
than a common whore or some piece of merchandise for his use, to be 
discarded unfeelingly afterwards. As she got slowly to her feet to put on 
her dress she thought about it -- there was no denying the way it looked. 
Not only had she given in to his demands on her defenseless body, which was 
understandable in a way, but she had allowed herself to get so carried away 
that she had responded to him as though she had been making love to 
strangers all her life. 

She was a whore! 

There it was. A virgin one minute, a whore the next. Well, with Andrea Wade 
there was never a middle ground. It was all or nothing, that was her way. 
Let this young punk think what he wanted to think. He'd done all the damage 
he could do for now, and she'd learn to live with it. She had no choice. At 
least one thing was clear to her now -- sex was fun! The next time ... and 
she realized there would have to be a next time . .. she would get more 
pleasure for herself. If the first painful ordeal could make her feel this 
good, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like after she had become 
an experienced lover. 

Gary Barton must think he's a real big deal, she said to herself. The club 
manager had introduced them only that morning, and already he had scored 
another girl for his "collection". Well, she would show him a thing or two. 
For one thing, he would have a hard time getting close to her after this, no 
matter what he did. Let him watch her all day long or say whatever he 
wanted, she wasn't going to give him a second chance. 

And, for another thing, Andrea thought vengefully, her boss, Gary's father, 
might just like to know what Ms son had done to her. It might fix his cocky 
wagon for the summer, if his father was as strict with Gary as some men were 
with their sons. 

Well see who's laughing, she smirked to herself as she straightened her 
still damp red hair back into a semblance of respectability. Andrea walked 
ahead of Gary back toward the Mariposa Country Club, and neither of them 
said another word. 

 Chapter Three 

The next day was Saturday, and although . Andrea was up early and out in the 
morning sunlight, the country club grounds were filled with early golfers 
and couples on the tennis courts. She watched two men lobbing the ball back 
and forth across the net as they warmed up and wished she could get in a 
quick game before breakfast. 

But first she wanted to speak to Mike Barton, the manager. She didn't want 
to waste any time with her plan for revenge against his young son, Gary; 
after the way the blond-haired punk had gotten her drunk and then raped her 
on the golf course the night before. She had lain awake half the night 
troubled by the implications of what had happened, and the more she thought 
about it the more she felt angry and bitter toward the young son of the 
manager. She hoped he would someday, get his retribution for what he had so 
brutally done to her, but in the meantime, she would cause him as much 
trouble as she could through his father. 

Once inside the club office, the new tennis instructor tapped lightly on the 
mahogany door of the manager's office. When she heard Mike Barton's deep 
masculine voice answer through the thick wood, she opened the door and went 
in. 

"Good morning, Andrea," Barton greeted her in surprise. "What brings you 
around at this time of the morning? You should be sleeping late while you 
can." 

"Hello, Mr. Barton. I'm used to getting up early, that's all, and I thought 
I might spend some time on the courts, wanning up. I like to keep in shape." 

"So I see," Mike Barton told her with an interested glance at what she was 
wearing. The young redhead had on her briefest mini-skirt with a bright 
orange sweater which complemented the fiery tones of her hair. The white 
pleated skirt barely came down to the tops of her softly rounded thighs, and 
he could catch tantalizing glimpses of her white nylon panties as she walked 
toward him. He licked his lips slowly as he stared into the deep cleft 
between the ripely swelling mounds of her breasts, and the thought flashed 
into his mind that he would really like running his tongue over them ... 
like right now! 

His blue eyes darted back and forth between her full sensuous breasts and 
her firm inner thighs, a tender unbroken expanse of warm womanly flesh that 
funneled his gaze, up into the tight white cushiony band of her panties. 
Christ, what I wouldn't give to get under that! he thought, feeling his 
eager cock lurch lustfully in his pants. 

"I... I have to tell you something, Mr. Barton," Andrea began hesitantly, 
reflexively clamping her thighs together.. "It's about your son, Gary." 

Instantly, Mike Barton sensed what she was going to tell him, and he set his 
teeth in vexation. That little son of a bitch is really getting to be a fast 
worker, he thought with a combination of irritation and admiration. He 
continued to stare for a moment at the young girl, imagining all the things 
he would like to do to her himself, at the same time, finding it exciting to 
think of her getting fucked by his own son the night before. He was sure 
that was what had happened. Why else would the girl be coming to see him so 
early in the morning? 

"I haven't had breakfast yet," he said. "I have a feeling we both might need 
a little sustenance. Will you join me? We can have it brought in here." 

"Yes, thank you. I am kind of hungry, Mr. Barton. But I don't want to keep 
you ... I just came in to tell you what happened." 

"Nonsense. No trouble at all. It's not often I get the chance to have 
breakfast with such a beautiful young lady." He picked up the phone and 
placed their order, adding, "... and two Bloody Marys - heavy on the vodka." 

So little Gary got into her panties last night, did he? he smirked to 
himself as he lit a cold cigar from the ashtray. / wonder if she was a 
virgin? Probably so, the lucky bastard. Well, at least he's following in his 
father's footsteps. 

"I've already spoken to the chairman of the steering committee, Andrea," he 
told her, thinking that if she was about to try to make trouble, it wouldn't 
hurt to remind her that he might be of help to her... let her decide between 
revenge and her career! "He's the man who will decide whether or not to 
present your name to the board for a sponsorship application. We'll arrange 
a time for you to meet him soon." 

While they waited for the food to arrive, Mike Barton continued to speak at 
length about his plans for her tennis career, not giving her an opportunity 
to say one word about what was weighing so heavily on her mind. When their 
breakfast finally appeared, he said, "Have to start with your tomato juice, 
little lady." Handing her a glass, he took the other, and motioned for her 
to drink with him. "Keeps you healthy, you know." 

Since he had shown such an interest in her career and so much consideration 
toward her, Andrea decided against refusing the Bloody Mary. After all, just 
one wouldn't hurt. She was surprised at how little she could taste the 
vodka, and she drank it down almost in one gulp. 

"Aaahhh. That's good for an eye-opener, eh?" Mike Barton said. "Now, what's 
this about Gary? Like some marmalade on your toast?" 

"No, thank you," The red-haired girl was finding it difficult to concentrate 
on what she was trying to tell him. "Well... I, I... uh ... I don't know 
exactly how to begin," she stammered. "I... we went dancing last night, and 
I guess I drank a little too much wine or something. I'm not used to 
drinking at all, you know, but Gary kept insisting ... trying to get me 
drunk." 

"Trying to get you drunk?" Mike Barton asked in a sharp voice. 

"Well, I'm not sure he meant to, I mean, I guess he can drink more than I 
can. Anyway, when we went for a walk out on the golf course..." Andrea 
suddenly stopped. The whole thing wasn't sounding right. She knew Gary had 
done all those things intentionally and deliberately, all leading up to his 
final rape of her innocent young body, but, how could she tell this man, 
this stranger, the sordid details of her seduction ... even if it was his 
own son? 

Better just to tell him Gary raped her and be done with it. Still, the 
statement sounded so depraved and criminal in her mind that she found it 
hard to envision herself ever getting even those few words out. 
Nevertheless, she felt she had to tell him, if only to protect herself from 
further abuses by his son. 

"Go ahead, take your time," Mike Barton said in a soothing, fatherly voice. 
He could tell that she was hesitating, searching for the right words. This 
wasn't the first time he'd gone through this at the club, with some young 
girl coming in to complain about his son, but luckily so far nobody had ever 
caused any real trouble. And, if he was any judge of character, he didn't 
think Andrea Wade would either -- if only because she had already gotten the 
hint he'd planted in her mind that something like that might endanger her 
career. 

He relaxed, enjoying her discomfort as she struggled to cover up her 
feelings. Undoubtedly, she would break down in tears before their little 
talk was over, and depending upon how things looked up to that time, he 
would make a move of his own then. She would need comforting, one of his 
easiest roles and most successful plots for getting his hands on sweet young 
things like this one. 

Andrea concentrated for a few moments on her breakfast, eating a good share 
of the scrambled eggs and sipping at the aromatic coffee brought to them in 
a magnificent silver service. For a moment she forgot why she was there as 
she relished the simple luxury of eating good food served in style. She 
could easily learn to love being around money and power. And she was aware 
that Mike Barton was a relatively low-level person in the rich complex in 
which they worked. This might only be the beginning of her climb upward to 
success, and she didn't want to bungle the whole thing so quickly. 

"That was good, thank you," the young redhead said when she finished eating. 
All of a sudden, she was feeling a little giddy, the same as she had the 
night before from all the wine at dinner. She wished she hadn't swallowed 
the tomato juice and vodka mixture on an empty stomach. 

"Glad you liked it. Now, tell me about last night," Mike Barton said with a 
strange gleam in his eye. 

Andrea hesitated; she just didn't feel she should tell him the whole story. 
She would just make her accusation and let it go at that -- the club manager 
looked almost too interested, it seemed to her. She took a deep breath and 
looked Mike Barton directly in the eye. 

"Your son raped me last night," she declared without any more preliminaries. 
"He took me on a walk over the golf course and forced me to make love to 
him." 

She waited for some expression of shock from the older man, but he merely 
continued to watch her face calmly. "I... I thought I ought to tell you," 
she went on, her voice faltering from the effect of his unwavering blue 
eyes. 

Mike Barton found himself admiring the gutsy way she had just come out with 
it like that. No beating around the bush with this girl, he thought. When 
she has something to say, she says it. 

Slowly he lowered his gaze to the empty plates in front of him in mock 
sadness, and his eyebrows came together in what he hoped was a worried 
frown. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy. I'm sorry to say this is 
not the first time something like this has happened. I know that doesn't 
change anything for you, but I am sorry. I'm really sorry, Andrea." He 
paused a moment and then added wistfully, "Was it... was it your first 
time?" 

When she nodded and lowered her eyes shyly, he cursed under his breath. "The 
bastard!" It had been a long time since Mike Barton had gotten his hands on 
an innocent young virgin. It was something he always got a kick out of, even 
more than with some of those wild nymphomaniacs he ran into from time to 
time . . . and a young virgin was always full of surprises. 

"I hope you won't mention this to anyone else," Mike Barton told her in a 
phony pleading voice. Hell, by this time tomorrow, everybody in the club 
will know about it if Gary doesn 't lose his voice, he thought. 

"Never!" She blushed furiously. "I ... I just thought you should know." This 
was the first time in her life she had ever been in a situation like this, 
and Andrea wasn't sure what kind of reaction she had expected from the older 
man, but she felt confused and embarrassed. It certainly didn't seem that he 
was shocked -- or even surprised by what she had told him. 

"Thank you, Andrea. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I've done 
all I could for my son, and this is the kind of thanks I get. I suppose he 
really needs a mother .. . my wife died some years ago, you know." He paused 
for a moment, getting the expected reaction from, the young redhead. She 
looked sympathetic and a little sad. Then he continued, "I'll speak to him 
today, believe me, and in the strongest terms I know." His eyes were 
.flashing with real anger now, and Andrea didn't doubt for a minute that he 
would give young Gary a rough time. It would serve him right, the cocky 
bastard. She blushed at even thinking the word she had never used before, 
but it made her feel good, too. At least it expressed exactly the way she 
felt. 

"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" the older man said. "A 
gift of some kind? You know that I'll push even harder for you with the 
board now that this tragedy has occurred." 

"Thank you, Mr. Barton, that's very kind of you. But don't worry about me. 
Anyway, there's nothing that can be done now. And besides, it's not your 
fault." 

It sure as hell is my fault, Mike Barton found himself thinking. If only I'd 
gotten to you first, that cocky young bastard would never have had the 
chance to rape a virgin! Aloud he said, "I keep telling myself that, but 
sometimes I wonder. When I was much younger, I had similar character faults 
as I'm seeing now in young Gary, and it bothers me that maybe he got it from 
me." 

Andrea looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. Yes, she could see it now 
that he'd mentioned it. Mike Barton must have been a very good-looking young 
man once when he was in his prime. He still wasn't too bad .. . getting a 
little thin on top and carrying a little too much weight for his size, but 
he still had. clear blue eyes and full sensual lips which must have made him 
extremely attractive to women at one time. 

For a brief second, the red-haired teenager wondered if he were still into 
that kind of thing, but she quickly brushed the thought aside. He was an 
upright, respectable man, a person who had to command respect of a lot of 
people in his job. He couldn't afford to be that way. 

"I'm sure you've been the best father you knew how, and you can't hold 
yourself responsible for Gary's failings," she said to him, amazed to hear 
herself trying to comfort the father of the very youth who had brutally 
raped her just the night before. 

The sudden memory of why she was here in this office struck her again with 
the force of a hammer, bringing her without warning to the verge of tears. 
She had thought she would be able to avoid breaking down in front of the 
older man, but his soothing voice reminded her of her own father. Suddenly 
she sobbed uncontrollably. 

"There, there, it's all right, my dear," Mike Barton soothed, getting up 
from behind his desk to place his arm protectively around her shoulder. 

"Forgive me, Mr. Barton, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very sorry for 
myself," she wailed, turning her head to press her face against his slight 
paunch as he stood beside her chair. 

The forty-year-old blond-haired man stared hungrily down at the twin mounds 
of her breasts where they pressed into contact with his trousered thighs and 
disappeared from sight. She was trembling slightly against his leg, and he 
could see the soft inner surface of her upper thighs quivering gently as she 
sobbed. The club manager could feel his heavy penis throbbing slowly to life 
inside his jockey shorts as he looked down at the innocent young redhead who 
could very easily be his in a matter of minutes if he worked it right. 

But, no, he decided not to rush her too fast. She'd already had one shock; 
take it a little slow and easy. "At least let me have you over for dinner 
tonight, Andrea," he said, jockeying for position. "We'll have some good 
food and a bottle of the best wine to be had in the club. Since my wife died 
a few years ago, I've had very little company as charming as yours. What do 
you say?" 

The unsuspecting girl raised her head and looked up at her boss with tiny 
tears in the corners of her eyes. It seemed to her that Mike Barton was 
treating her with great gentleness and respect. It was too bad his son 
hadn't learned these qualities from his father instead of the others. 

"You'll accept, then?" he urged her when she didn't answer, taking his arm 
from her shoulder. "Good. I'll send a man around about seven-thirty to show 
you the way to my place. Why don't you wear your prettiest clothes? We'll 
make it a sort of party to celebrate your new condition." 

Andrea flinched at his words and searched his face for a sign of some hidden 
humor at her expense. But Mike Barton had such suave control that it was 
impossible for her to see anything in his face but concern and a soothing 
fatherly sympathy. 

"Forgive me, Andrea, it was a slip of the tongue. But you understand that no 
matter how cruel it may seem to you now, Gary has embarked you .. . well, 
think of what happened last night as the beginning of a long exciting 
journey, Andrea. You're a woman now, and at only eighteen." 

The young girl smiled wanly in answer to Mike's broad grin and got up to 
leave. It was true, she thought. She actually did feel different than she 
had the day before, a certain sense of security, as though she could get 
anything from a man that she wanted now. And from the way the older man 
standing in front of her was taking in her physical charms with his eyes, 
she could even exert control over him if ever she needed to. 

As Andrea walked across the wall-to-wall carpeting toward the door, she was 
aware that Mike Barton was watching her with bated breath, not moving a 
muscle for fear of missing part of the provocative site. Her hips were 
swaying from side to side a little more than usual, her long legs were 
scissoring back and forth with a feminine grace that might have taken years 
of practice to perfect. 

She was a woman, all right, they were both thinking as she smiled at him 
once more before closing the door behind her. 

Eighteen-year-old Andrea Wade felt almost like the winner of the Davis Cup 
already as she followed the red-coated butler that Mike Barton had sent for 
her. The young girl looked stunning in the long green and white print dress 
she had been saving for just such an occasion. The low-cut bodice conformed 
to the swelling softness of the young redhead's ripely jutting breasts. The 
snug-fitting princess-style gown. accented Andrea's narrow waist and the 
enticing fullness of her hips. The soft folds of the long patterned skirt 
that just tipped the straps of her silver sandals clung to her curvacious 
young body, the green repeated in her bracelet and earrings. Desperately the 
young girl wanted to show her employer that she knew enough to hold her own 
among the kind of people she would be meeting if indeed he meant to 
introduce her into those circles. 

The high green hedges hid from view the part of the country club estate they 
were now entering, a kind of secret enclave that she wouldn't even have 
known existed if she weren't being taken there. Andrea had to restrain 
herself from gawking at the magnificent porticoed front doors of the house 
he'd brought her to. Then the butler led her down a long corridor lined with 
antiques, through another set of tall double doors and into a palatial 
dining room. A fireplace on one wall was fronted with a couch and two chairs 
covered in crimson velvet. 

Mike Barton got up from the sofa as Andrea entered the room, her mouth 
hanging open slightly from the opulence of the house. There-seemed to be 
crystal and silver in every inch of the room. There was absolute unbroken 
silence - the thick carpets absorbed their footsteps while the heavy gold 
drapes together with the lavender cloth wallpaper further dampened the 
sounds. When the older man spoke, it sounded to Andrea as though they were 
standing inside an echo chamber, the low masculine tones somehow magnified 
and accentuated to the point that her heart fluttered the way it used to 
when she heard Burt Reynolds' voice on the screen. 

"Good evening, my dear," Mike Barton greeted her. "You look absolutely 
ravishing. I like you in that dress." He had taken both her hands, spreading 
her arms out to the side to get a full view of her. 

The young redhead watched his face reflecting approval as his deep blue eyes 
ran appreciatively over the allurements of her youthful figure. 

"Thank you, Mr. Barton," Andrea murmured, pleasantly surprised at the way 
the club manager looked tonight. He could pass for less than thirty instead 
of forty, and the innocent young girl had never been in the actual presence 
of anyone so smooth and suave as he. It was hard to picture him now 
slouching in his office chair while puffing on a chewed-up cigar. She had 
the impression that somehow she suddenly had been invited into a secret 
inner circle where everyone lived well and felt good all the time, and she 
felt right at home. Definitely, this was what she wanted her life to be 
like. And now, at only eighteen years, little Andrea Wade from Flagstaff, 
Arizona, was taking her position on stage for the play that would become her 
life . . . exciting, glamorous, fascinating, sophisticated. 

"I hope you like this -- it's my own secret recipe for a champagne 
cocktail," Mike Barton smiled at her, handing her a tall fragile glass 
filled to the brim with bubbling clear liquid tinged with a slight amber 
hue. 

Andrea watched her own hand reaching with unaccustomed grace for the tall 
glass and noticed his fingertips sliding teasingly against hers as he let 
go. Suddenly she felt as though her role in the play had begun. The curtain 
was going up on the kind of life she wanted, a first act in which she would 
prove whether or not she was entitled to it, a challenge to her competitive 
spirit was being made -- and she set her lips-in a determined smile. She was 
quite ready to accept the rules -- and she was either going to win or go out 
exhausted and spent by her efforts. 

"Here's to love, wealth and desire," the older man toasted as he raised his 
glass to clink with hers. He studied her over the rim of his glass as his 
inexperienced young employee touched the crystal rim to her full sensual 
lips and took a trial sip. Her large green eyes registered surprise at the 
first taste, and then he saw her take a deeper swallow, noticing with 
lascivious delight the way her rounded breasts swelled upward from her dress 
when she tossed her head slightly back to drink. 

"Mmmm, that's good," Andrea exclaimed, running her pink tongue-tip lightly 
around her lips. 

"Glad you like it, Andrea. Not even the club has this recipe. I keep it for 
my special guests. Come on -- sit down over here on the couch." 

Andrea accepted the offer gratefully. Her legs were trembling slightly from 
the excitement of the many stimuli hitting her at the same time -- the 
luxurious surroundings in which she found herself, the handsome, charming 
man now sitting in the chair across from her, the drink which threatened to 
intoxicate her. It was all too much to accept at once. Following so closely 
after the shattering experience she'd had with this man's son just the night 
before, the situation only confused her thinking more. 

"You mentioned both love and desire in you toast, Mr. Barton," the young 
redhead found herself saying, wondering what had made her say something like 
that. She had never heard anyone talk that way except on the screen. 

"Well, I believe there's a difference, Andrea. And please call me Mike, by 
the way, when we're not in the office. 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." 

"Desire can be for someone you love," Andrea put in, anxious to play her 
part well. Obviously, Mike Barton was well cast for his role, so she, as a 
novice, would simply have to follow his lead. 

"Of course, and that's perfect desire. But the flesh is fickle, and it may 
betray feelings at any moment." 

For a split second, "the club manager's blue eyes bored into hers like hot 
coals, and then he smiled. "But let's stop this serious talk. Drink up. 
It'll soon be time for dinner, and you should have at least one more 
champagne cocktail." 

After that, they spent -a great deal of time talking about Andrea's life in 
Flagstaff, who she dated, what she and her friends did to amuse themselves, 
and so on. Instead of just two cocktails, they ended up having three, while 
Andrea babbled on and on about Grand Canyon and tennis matches, heedless at 
the moment of what the older man might think of her girlish manner. Finally, 
dinner was announced and Mike Barton took her arm, leading her across the 
room to the elegantly laid out dinner table. 

Two bottles of white and red wine later, Andrea felt as though she were 
floating on air, living in a second heaven where she was a princess being 
courted by a sought-after duke. 

"I'll have coffee brought to the den. Come, dear," Mike Barton announced to 
her. The older man noticed that Andrea was a little unsteady on her feet 
when she stood to accompany him to the other room. He smiled as he steadied 
her with his arm, chuckling softly when she tried to anile back and hiccuped 
instead. 

All the furniture and most of the floor of the den were covered with thick 
white animal pelts, enticing the drunken teenager to kick off her salver 
sandals and run happily over the tickling soft rugs. She ended up by 
throwing herself on her back ecstatically across a thickly upholstered 
divan. 

"I want to look mature and alluring," Andrea said exuberantly. "It would be 
nice to be sophisticated. But I have moments like this when I want to run 
instead of walk, to dance on air, to throw something up and catch it, or 
just to stand still and laugh ... at nothing at all." 

"That's what's called youth, baby," the older man said. "And here's 
something that'll help you feel better." He handed her a liqueur glass 
half-filled with brandy. 

"Oh, I don't think I want anything more to drink," the red-haired teenager 
protested weakly. "I'm already so dizzy I can hardly stand up."  

The older man laughed warmly and said, "It won't get you any drunker, 
believe me. It'll just help to smooth it all together, warm you up a little 
and take care of the loose ends." 

She looked dubious, and her face was bemused for a moment before Mike Barton 
saw that little gesture of accepting a challenge, and then he knew he had it 
made. This proud young redhead with so much ambition would pay the first 
installment oh her career tonight. To him, Mike Barton, the provocative girl 
who was still only a teenager would soon be willing to give whatever he 
asked. And he was going to ask for plenty. 

Mike's eyes fixed on the tiny pout of her lips as she touched the glass to 
them, and his cock lurched agonizingly in his trousers as he thought how 
nice it would be to have those soft red lips clasping tightly around his 
rock-hard penis. 

The fiery liqueur burned her throat as she took a first sip, and she gasped 
and sputtered, but she quickly followed it with another burning sip, and 
another. Unaccountably, Andrea felt an intense excitement kindling between 
her thighs. She squirmed a little on the divan and took another sip, 
wondering what was happening to her. She was no longer able to think 
clearly, but she felt mellow and so ... so good! Her whole body seemed to be 
vibrating with life, especially her recently plundered vagina. 

Andrea could feel the warm moistness seeping out around the soft fleshy 
folds of her cuntal mouth, forcing her to clamp her thighs together in a 
vain attempt to shut off the maddening hunger building up down there. What 
was going on? 

A well-dressed, rather handsome -man who seemed to be very familiar with her 
was getting up from a chair on the opposite side of the glass-and-chrome 
coffee table and coming around toward her. The man was smiling and muttering 
soft, incomprehensible words, words which, even though she did not 
understand them, seemed to be telling her she was the most beautiful girl in 
the world . . . that every man who ever saw her seductive young body wanted 
her, that whatever she wanted in life could be hers just because she existed 
and was so desirable to men. 

"How does it feel, baby?" Mike Barton asked, his face close to hers. The 
older man looked down at her dreamy green eyes with the fires of lust 
burning deep in his loins. He had been watching her become more and more 
hazy from the alcohol, enjoying the provocative squirming of her lusciously 
curved hips. His penis was slowly growing and hardening inside his pants, 
and he was impatient to get things going. 

"It feels fine," Andrea heard herself say, wondering how she knew what the 
words meant since she didn't seem to understand anything that he said to 
her. She giggled and put her face down into the pillow of the fur-covered 
divan, her whole body gradually beginning to shake . with unaccountable 
laughter. When she tried to remember .what had been so funny, she couldn't 
remember ... and that was even funnier. ' Wishing that he had set up a 
Camera for this promising night, Mike Barton curled up his lips in an 
obscene grin and watched her upthrust buttocks bouncing lightly as the 
red-haired girl went on laughing for some time. The material of her long 
skirt was stretched tightly over her rounded ass-cheeks, while the hem had 
hitched up over one outstretched thigh to reveal the slender white leg band 
of her panties. He sucked in his breath and stared spellbound at the thinly 
guarded treasure he was after. 

With almost overwhelming lust pushing him, the club manager barely managed 
to restrain himself from reaching his hand down and stroking the soft naked 
skin of her exposed upper thigh, gritting his teeth and clenching .his fist 
with the effort, while his rampant cock lurched painfully inside his 
confining shorts. 

A waiter brought in a tray with coffee. After setting the things down on the 
glass-topped table, he left, but not before gazing with prurient interest at 
the young red-haired teenager trying to straighten herself up on the divan. 
Mr. Barton has all the fucking luck, the waiter complained to himself. Man, 
I'd sure like to get hold of that well-stacked little broad, but you got to 
have money to get into a piece of ass like that. 

Then the waiter discreetly left, not without a final envious glance at the 
voluptuous young redhead, and Andrea had finally gotten control of her 
involuntary laughter. She accepted a demitasse of dark, thick, sweet coffee 
and sipped it soberly for a moment. 

"I see what you mean about the brandy, Mr. Barton. I feel like I can 
understand eveything, what it's all about, I mean," she ventured in a 
serious tone. 

"What is it all about, Andrea?" the older man questioned, a strange 
inflection in his voice. 

The young redhead stared at him with her wide-open green eyes as though she 
were seeing right through him. Her full lower lip turned down slightly as if 
she were not too happy with what she saw, and then she hitched her shoulders 
up and gave him a lewdly sensual smile. 

A part of her mind was shocked as she found words tumbling unbidden out of 
her mouth. "I can tell what you want to know, Mr. Barton. My body is for 
sale. If I can get what I want with my body, I'll do it. Because nothing's 
going to stop me from having a try at the Davis Cup. Not my hang-ups, my 
inhibitions, nor my lack of drive when I'm depressed ... nothing!" 

The shocked and open-mouthed Mike Barton was no more astonished than Andrea 
herself at this brief but succinct speech. She had never thought or spoken 
such things in her life before, but here she was spewing the words out, at 
the same time, she found herself reaching back to undo the zipper of her 
dress. My God! What was the matter with her? What was she doing? % 

Mike Barton's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was 
doing. With his mouth gaping open, he watched her strip away the green and 
white dress to stand proudly in front of him on slightly shaky legs wearing 
nothing but white bikini panties and her well-filled white lace brassiere. 
He whistled through clenched teeth at the voluptuous feast of flesh she had 
exposed for him and him alone. His gorgeous new employee was completely out 
of it -- she didn't know what she was doing! 

For a moment, the club manager was afraid that she might go berserk and 
cause him some trouble, but then he relaxed when he saw that she seemed to 
be waiting for him to make the next move. He didn't hesitate any longer, 
groaning deep in his throat as he approached her with outstretched palms. He 
could hardly wait to get his hands on her smooth tender white skin. His 
lustfully throbbing cock was straining his trousers to the splitting point, 
and little drops of seminal fluid seeped from the tip-end to form a dark 
damp spot on the thin summer material. 

The dazed young girl watched the older man approaching her, and, with a 
shudder of sudden realization, she became aware of what she had just done. 
She had meant the words all right, now that she thought about it, but to 
actually do something with Mr. Barton was simply unthinkable. Not only was 
he as old as her father, but he would probably think she was nothing but a 
common slut who shouldn't be working in this exclusive country club. Now he 
would never believe what she had told him about his son raping her -- who 
would after the spectacle she was making of herself? Suddenly she threw her 
arms over her nearly naked breasts and back away from him. 

"No! No, Mr. Barton. I didn't mean it! I... I was only joking," she 
stuttered, her eyes becoming wider and wider. 

Mike Barton's mouth turned down in a sneering grin as he reached out to 
grasp her arm. Only joking, huh? Well, he could take a joke as well as the 
next guy, and he had one big throbbing joke of his own in his pants, and 
she'd be tickled all the way up inside her soft little belly with it! 

"Too late to back off now, baby. You've got me interested," he growled, 
inserting his fingers between her breasts and under the flimsy strip of her 
brassiere. With one quick jerk of his wrists, the lacy material tore away 
and was flung carelessly to the floor. 

"No! Please, you can't! You can't! I won't let you!" she cried out in 
protesting disbelief, her ripely thrusting breasts billowing out into the 
air in front of his gaping eyes despite her vain attempts to cover them with 
her arms. 

"You do want a try at the Davis Cup, don't you?" he demanded. "Don't you?" 
he repeated more harshly when she didn't reply. 

"Yes . . . oh, yes, but ..." Andrea stammered. 

"Well," he grinned lewdly, "first you have to try-out with the Mike Barton 
cock. Just pretend you're on the courts and this is a really important match 
. . . because it is, baby! It's real important! Your whole career may well 
depend on this match." he told her, smiling salaciously at his own grim 
humor. 

The terrified young redhead was still backing away from him until suddenly 
her knees caught against the furry edge of the divan, causing her to lose 
her balance. Andrea pitched backwards onto the soft furry animal skin spread 
over the divan, struggling to keep from bouncing off the other side onto the 
floor. Using her elbows, she lifted herself part of the way up off the 
divan, hooking her ankles on the edge to pull herself back up -- then she 
froze in that awkward position, her naked breasts jutting provocatively up 
into the air and her panties-clad pelvis splayed vulnerably wide open. 

Then an alcoholic haze seemed to descend into her brain, dulling her 
conscience, and she watched in a trance as Mike Barton moved toward her. He 
was smiling obscenely above her now, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. Then he 
ripped off his shirt and jacket in a single movement and unbuckled his belt. 
To the confused young girl, he seemed to be her father, taking off his belt 
in order to punish her for something she had done wrong. She wracked her 
brains, trying to remember what it was that she had done, and, then, to her 
surprise, instead of pulling his belt out of the loops to punish her, this 
man who was so like her father moved on to unzip his fly. Then, hooking his 
thumbs under the waistband of his pants and jockey shorts, he slipped both 
down over his hairy thighs, completely exposing his lust-aroused penis. 

She gasped as she saw his rock-hard penis jump into view. It seemed 
incredibly thick and long, and she stared at it for a seeming eternity, with 
both horror and fascination. 

"That's it, baby," Mike Barton told her. "Take a good look at it. All you 
have to do is master that, and you've got it made. You're career as a 
professional tennis star is a sure thing." Grasping the long thick shaft in 
his right hand, the older man stroked the loose foreskin back and forth over 
the purplish-red tip. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the skin up 
to completely cover the huge bulbous head and then jerked the skin back 
again, pointing the glistening spongy cock-head directly at her. 

Andrea's voice came in a strained whisper now, a little squeak of 
apprehension as the club manager swayed above her. She was afraid he would 
kill her with his massive penis, and strange confused visions of her father 
blended in with the face of Mike Barton as she stared at him. 

"No ... I don't want it!" she gasped, trying to scramble to her feet to get 
away from him, but Mike Barton was too quick for her, and he threw himself 
naked across her defenseless young body before she was half off the couch. 
Holding her down with his weight, the older man worked his hands under her 
thrashing buttocks to grasp at the flimsy material of her white nylon 
panties. They tore away with little resistance, leaving nothing between her 
and his avidly glittering eyes. 

. Andrea was gasping for breath now, on the brink of screaming for help, 
but, at the same time, feeling weak and muddled by all the alcohol she had 
drunk. She felt him shifting his weight on her body so that his face was 
hovering right over her defenselessly upthrust breasts. With a feeble groan, 
she lifted her head and watched his sensual lips lower to take one of her 
pinkly throbbing nipples into his mouth. The sudden warm 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 coarse 
blond hair with the intention of pushing him away, but, betrayed by the 
passion she felt building up within her struggling body, Andrea pulled the 
handsome face still closer to her quivering white breast. 

"Ooohhh ... Ooohhh," she moaned beneath him, fast losing all control over 
her alcohol benumbed brain. 

The older man's wet tongue trailed hotly over the creamy white valley 
between her breasts, and then he locked his lips in a maddening grip over 
the other soft pink nipple, his teeth nipping teasingly at the warm 
distended flesh. After a long moment of slavering appreciatively at the 
succulent little nub, he slipped his tongue down over the flat smooth plane 
of her stomach toward the tempting scarlet triangle of pubic curls at the 
base of her belly. 

Through half-shut eyes, Andrea could see the older man's face leaning 
obscenely close to the area 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 do with as he wished, and the red-haired girl held her 
breath, aware that all will to resist this father-like man's lewd attack had 
vanished from her trembling body. 

Mike Barton lowered his face inch by inch until his extended pink tongue 
grazed through the thin tangle of crimson pussy curls toward the moist 
coral-hued slit waiting below. 

Then, suddenly, the eighteen-year-old girl felt the first searing contact as 
his wetly heated tongue lashed out lightly over her erect little clitoris. 

"Ooohhh!" she gasped. The electrifying contact with her helplessly exposed 
cuntal lips caused her whole body to jerk wildly up at him, and his mouth, 
nose, and chin pressed hungrily into the warm succulent mound. Barton's face 
was buried from her view in the sparse red fleece, and she closed her eyes 
tightly to accept the inevitable - the wet tickling kisses he was planting 
so greedily in her sensitive vaginal furrow, his tongue flicking out 
serpent-like at the erotically tingling opening of her cunt. 

As if belonging to someone else, the young redhead's hands slipped down over 
the quivering mounds of her breasts and brushed over her quaking white 
belly, coming to rest finally on either side of the manager's lewdly bobbing 
head. There, her fingers stroked abstract patterns in tempo with his wetly 
lashing tongue, and then -- not really knowing what she was doing -- she 
slowly spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his 
devouring lips complete access to her hotly throbbing cuntal flesh. 

Many times her boyfriend Tony had tried to kiss and lick her vaginal slit, 
but she had always refused because she felt it was too degrading for both of 
them. Now she could hardly believe how wonderful it felt to have the 
sensation-filled tip of her clitoris massaged with the softness of this 
older man's moist tongue. Mike Barton's wetly searching tongue shot out 
again and again, its pointed tip circling her tiny throbbing clitoris, his 
lips sucking ravenously, drawing the warm layered folds of sensitive pussy 
flesh 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 down 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 tingling tip. Andrea groaned 
in forbidden delight 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 Ms teeth, and then he began 
driving his tongue up and down the entire length of her flowering cuntal 
slit. Starting at her lower belly and slithering his way downward, Mike 
Barton dipped his tongue beyond that into the deep device of her clenching 
buttocks, probing in going for the tensely puckered little anal opening 
hidden below. Andrea Wade's hips were now grinding impatiently up off the 
fur-covered cushions of the divan while soft mewling animal sounds escaped 
from between her tightly locked teeth. 

It was a fantasy come true, to Mike Barton. First, the lovely young redhead 
stripped her dress before his very eyes, before he had even made any 
definite move to seduce her, and now she was coming to life far more quickly 
than any of the other innocents he had fucked in this same room. He worked 
with a sure knowledge that came from years of experience and gloated at the 
way she reacted. As her moisture-soaked crimson pubic hair brushed teasingly 
against his cheeks, the handsome older man realized that never in his 
wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a proud young bitch 
squirming under his lashing tongue and moaning for more quite so fast! 

Her tremulous groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it whipped up and 
down the steaming wet valley of her loins. The older man wanted her begging 
for his cock when he was ready to ram it to her, and Andrea seemed to be 
almost-there. The club manager had never seen anything like it, never seen 
anyone so hot for it, even after drinking so much. Obviously, Andrea hadn't 
been fucked well yet, in spite of the fact that his own son, Gary, had 
gotten to her the night before. The father chuckled to himself -he would 
show up that randy young son of his this time! The young redhead would get 
what she wanted, and a lot more than that. 

Mike Barton grinned lewdly into her sweet young cunt as he felt her hands 
desperately guiding his face tighter and tighter up into the palpitating 
hair-rimmed opening of her pussy. He let her pull his mouth still more 
firmly over the taut little opening of her wildly squirming cunt, his wet 
lips completely covering her steaming flesh. And then, without warning, the 
older man thrust his long extended tongue far up into her slippery hot 
passage, bringing a low moan from the eighteen-year-old tennis instructor as 
her trembling thighs closed convulsively around the, sides of his bobbing 
head. The passion-suffused flesh of her cunt slipped moistly around Mike 
Barton's tongue while the fevered walls of Andrea's vagina, opened and 
closed in a greedy sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper 
inside. 

Andrea's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Her legs snaked up around 
her partner'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 so 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 Mike Barton's slightly balding head as he continued licking 
gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy below, the tendons ot her neck 
standing out as she pulled with all her strength against his hair still 
tangled in her fingers. 

"Ooohhh! Ooohhh! So goood!" Andrea moaned again and again, splaying her 
loins out wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing cuntal 
area. She could feel the beginning tingles of her approaching orgasm, and 
she held his face tightly to her nakedly exposed pussy. Her hips rotated 
frantically as she pumped her open 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 ... Pm cumming!" she groaned as if in 
exquisite pain. 

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

"Ooohhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! Aaarrrhhh!" the young girl gasped, her breath 
pumping out of her lungs in groaning spurts as she fought to regain her 
sanity in the maelstrom of ecstasy into which she had fallen. 

Mike Barton felt the gushing streams of her secretions 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 white divan. The lust-inciting picture drove him wild, and his huge 
swollen cock jerked eagerly up and down as he knelt on the carpet between 
her outspread legs. 

The club manager couldn't bear it any longer. He rose up from the floor, 
hovering over her like a great bird of prey about to swoop down upon its 
victim. The young redhead had collapsed back, spread-eagled on the divan, 
after her tumultuous orgasm, looking like one of the obscene photographs for 
sale around Times Square. The glistening pink furrow of her almost virginal 
cunt was offered up to his eyes as her shapely athlete's legs dangled down 
over the edge of the divan, and he leaned over her with his feet between 
hers. 

Holding 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 proud 
young 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 which pulsed visibly just inches from his painfully 
throbbing cock. 

The older man grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis 
slowly forward, watching its broad spongy 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 his first lunge. He could 
feel the naked young teenager 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 so 
heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, as he hovered 
over her like a warrior about to speaf up into her unprotected belly, and 
then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into the crimson 
mantled mound of her cunt. 

At that moment Andrea came to her senses long enough to lift her head from 
the divan and glance down at his rigidly thickened shaft of flesh. She could 
feel its hot velvety tip throbbing just inside the outer flanges of her 
hungrily Waiting pussy, threatening to drive her insane with lust, but the 
sight of the broad spongy tip 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 gasped, staring up at his lust-contorted face, her 
green eyes suddenly focused in terror on the sadistic grin above her. Then 
she realized that the 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! She was utterly helpless, unable to 
move her body one way or the other. There was nothing at all that she could 
do to stop him! 

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

"Ooohhh! My God!" Andrea gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against 
the small elastic opening of her tender vagina. 

He pushed forward again, a little harder this time. 

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

"Ooohhh, no! Please, no! You're hurting me! It hurts!" 

Andrea 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 moistly sensitive cuntal entrance, filling her belly 
almost to the bursting point. 

The manager looked down once more at his lust-stiffened penis, embedded 
halfway up into her wetly glistening softness below. Only the bulbous tip 
was inside, though already she was squealing for mercy! Just wait till he 
rammed the remaining hard length up inside her cringing little pussy -- then 
she'd really have something to scream about! His own son, Gary, may have 
taken her cherry the night before, but she still was 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 it all the way in. 

The young girl, thankful that he didn't shove it brutally up into her 
quivering belly in one merciless lunge, slowly opened her eyes to look at 
him again. She was completely taken by surprise by this unexpected 
gentleness, allowing her pelvic muscles to relax slightly around his 
punishing thickness. 

Then she saw the smile 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 
animal-like growl of warning, he prepared to slam it all the way up into her 
narrowly expanded pussy. Mike Barton 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 so helplessly beneath him. with the pulsating 
head of his hard thick cock disappearing up into the crimson hair that lined 
her cuntal lips. It felt so incredibly snug around the head of his cock! 

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

The club manager 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 
eighteen-year-old redhead's narrow pussy, gouging the softly moist flesh of 
her tender vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping 
him until, with a loud groan, his testicles slapped heavily into the 
upturned Cheeks of her fearfully clenching buttocks. 

"Oooohhh, God! Oooooo! Noooo!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so 
filled in all her life, her vagina seemingly about to give way on all sides. 
It was far worse than last night... or so it seemed at the moment. It felt 
as though the invading rod of obscenely throbbing male flesh had ripped her 
narrow cuntal passage into a thousand tiny painful shreds. Mike Barton had 
speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, and now his ferociously 
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. 

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

"Uuuurrrggg!" she groaned despairingly, her innocent face twisting with the 
shooting pain in her loins. 

"Oh, baby! What a cunt! What a tight sweet little cunt!" the lust-crazed 
manager grunted down at her. 

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

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

Andrea could not answer, only rolling her head from side to side in 
excruciating pain. 

He flexed his impaling penis again with more force, unable to control his 
lust any longer. 

"I asked if you like it?" he growled down at her. He felt he had to have 
some response and he needed the pleasure of knowing he had begun to arouse 
her with his hard-driving cock. 

"Ooohhh, yes. Yes!" Andrea cried, the tears of pain blurring her vision. She 
was afraid to say no, afraid to offend the older man for fear he would hurt 
her even more with his punishingly thick shaft. 

"Then beg for it!" he commanded impatiently. 

"No, please ... I... I can't," she pleaded, the tears overflowing her green 
eyes and streaming down her cheeks. 

"Say, 'Fuck me,'... say you want my prick .. . tell me how much you love 
getting fucked like this. Now!" he demanded, jerking his lust-hardened cock 
deep up into her quivering belly once more. 

"Please . . . Ooohhh! Please no! Don't... please!" the frightened young 
redhead moaned, pressing upward against his chest with her jackknifed legs 
to try to push him off, to escape the depraved humiliation he was subjecting 
her to. She could never bring herself to say those things. Never! 

But the older man was too strong for her. Letting his desire-hardened rod of 
flesh throb deeper and deeper up inside her, and with his hands he began to 
squeeze painfully at the ripe mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts. 

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

Andrea felt the tears flowing freely from her green eyes now as she realized 
the hopelessness , of her position. She was utterly helpless; there was 
absolutely nothing she could do to stop this agonizing plundering of her 
innocent young belly. Oh, God! she thought. He's killing me! He's ripping me 
apart with that gigantic penis of his -- and there's nothing I can do! Then 
the distraught young girl gave way to bleak despair. Oh, let him! Let him do 
what he wants to me. .. he will anyway! But just get it over with! This pain 
is unbearable.,. but at least do it quickly. Get it over with! 

She finally broke under the intense strain, all her resistance flooding away 
like water through a ruptured dam. "Do it!" she blurted out tearfully. "Do 
it to me, Mr. Barton. Fuck me! Fuck me now ... quickly!" 

The triumph of hearing her say the lewdly exciting words made Mike Barton'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 redhead's pussy loosening and seeping droplets of cuntal fluid, he 
gradually lengthened his strokes. 

Andrea clamped her teeth tightly together 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 she tried to remember through 
the haze of pain and alcohol just how she came to be in this vulnerable 
position. Suddenly she began to have a series of visions from the past, 
tickling through her brain as though each plunge Mike Barton's cock made up 
into her belly was a signal to change the scene. 

The young redhead saw herself at the age of' nine behind an open door with a 
little boy whose name she forgot. Neither of them had any clothes on, and 
his little boy-penis looked just good enough to eat, which Andrea was about 
to try when her mother caught Her, 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 the image of the first boy who put his hand on her breasts when 
she was thirteen -- and it felt like fire racing from the young teenager's 
tingling nipples down over her belly and into the very center of her soft 
little vagina. 

Her first French kiss at the age of fourteen -- and 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 Mike Barton. 

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

The picture came to the distraught girl's mind of the first time she had 
ever touched her boyfriend Tony's desire-bloated 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, Andrea told herself as she began to answer 
the lust-driven man's flicking tongue with her own. She'd always had the 
makings of a slut, she told herself bitterly. Now she may as well act like 
one and enjoy it! At least, she thought cynically, there's the possibility 
of getting more of what I want out of this. If taking my new boss's penis 
will help me to get what I want... well, why not? Isn't that the way a slut 
should act? Why not? Why not give him all he wants? 

Andrea began to let her body go -- to become the wanton, abandoned creature 
it had long tried to be. The young redhead decided that she had finally 
reached the point she had subconsciously always desired but had been afraid 
to reach until now. 

The older man seemed to sense the loss of Andrea's last remaining bit of 
resistance, and lewdly sucking her tongue up into his mouth, he began an 
expert rocking motion down between her softly quivering white thighs. He was 
pulling his about-to-burst cock almost all the way out of her tightly 
clasping cunt now, then shoving it ruthlessly all the way up to the hilt 
again, making sure the rigid shaft scraped her clitoris with each stroke. 
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 Andrea's entire tormented young body began to twist and writhe 
beneath the naked older man's pounding weight, and she groaned incessantly 
up into his mouth, shoving her tongue with savage abandon deep into her 
summer employer's throat. Faint mewls of servile acceptance surged 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 
tight young cunt without resistance now, plunging headlong high up into the 
slippery passage while his pelvic muscles ground down into the quivering bud 
of the young girl's clitoris. Andrea 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. 

Andrea began to flex and unflex the muscles of her cushiony ass-cheeks while 
Mike Barton clutched his fingers tightly into her wildly undulating 
buttocks. He jerked her up harder to his aching loins, and she pulled'her 
painfully bent thighs back a little more, the moistly heated hole of her 
pussy clasping his cock and sucking it in to greater and greater depths. 
Miraculously, the pain was past now, and her legs on either side of Mike 
Barton'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 eighteen-year-old redhead closed her eyes 
and continued slipping her tongue into the club manager's mouth, while low 
hums of velvety pleasure rumbled in her throat like the purring of a sleepy 
cat. There was nothing left for her now except the dizzying sensations 
filling her body as his long rigid cock fucked in and out of her hungry 
pussy. 

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

"Fuck harder!" she begged him in passionate tones. "Oh, God! It's so good!" 
Her widening vaginal passage was steeped in ravenous desire, swallowing the 
whole of the older man's pummeling penis as he thrust mercilessly to the 
molten core of her being. 

"Ah! Aaahhh! Yes, yes," Andrea chanted as suddenly Mike Barton quickened his 
thrust and the tormenting ecstasy of her 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 white fur covering the divan, 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. 

"Ooohhh, Ooohhh, Ooohhh," she chanted rhythmically 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! That 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 Andrea Wade, the athlete, the tennis player, 
could only win medals and money, Andrea Wade the slut could experience those 
mind-blowing sensations anytime there was a man to fuck her. Her whole world 
could be different. What she had believed to be ambition 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 me ... fuck ... fuck," 
she chanted, egging him on, lurching up at him with her whole body to meet 
his hammering lunges. "Harder! Ooohhh, fuck!" 

Panting and writhing beneath him, she heard his hot breath moaning near her 
ear. All his concentration was 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 fiery red head. 

She opened her green eyes wide and stared up at the ceiling sightlessly. 

"Oh, God! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" she gasped out. 

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

"Ooohhh, God, yesss! Yessss! I'm cumming! CUMMING!" she screamed. 

Even as she jerked and bucked against the muscular body of the older man, 
she felt his stiffened cock throb and grow still larger until it tensed like 
a vibrating snake inside her ecstatically convulsing cunt; then it began 
pumping his hot thick sperm far up into her 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 emptying penis. Over and over again he ground 
her hungrily sucking pussy up and back and around the still sliding ramrod 
of his wildly jerking 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. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" At last Andrea's long lithe legs went limp, jerking 
convulsively and finally falling out to the sides as Mike Barton 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 pieces of 
pure pleasure, but now the tide of her feelings was going down, and the 
temporarily forgotten wave of humiliation and shame surged back, flooding 
her mind as she remembered where she was and the things Mr. Barton 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. 

Mike Barton pulled back out of her hotly clasping cunt, his deflating cock 
slipping from the tender wetness with a lewd sucking noise. He held himself 
poised above her, panting hard, himself dazed by the degree of intensity he 
had reached during the peak of fucking the tender young tennis player. He 
was glad his friend had suggested this young beauty for the country club 
job, and he was already looking forward to accomplishing more varied sexual 
acts with her during the summer ahead. He knew she would never leave the job 
because of what had happened to her with him and before that with 

Ms son, Gary. 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 until 
she could once more get a man's rock-hard cock deep inside her spreading 
pussy. And the way this inexperienced young redhead 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 he lifted himself from the perspiration-drenched nakedness of the 
eighteen-year-old girl, he saw her tears begin to well up in her soft green 
eyes, but he knew it would be all right. She was feeling used and ashamed 
because of the way she had uncontrollably responded to him, which meant he 
only had to play his cards right and she would learn to trust him and 
therefore would end up doing anything he wanted her to do. 

"Don't worry, baby. This'll only get you closer to what you want," he told 
her as he began to calmly put his clothes back on."Believe me; if every man 
on the committee got a little of that, you would definitely be the only 
choice to represent us in the tennis competitions." Mike Barton knew he was 
telling the truth... or almost the truth. The only trouble was, she probably 
wouldn't do it knowingly, and there were surely one or two guys on the board 
who wouldn't even be interested -- one was a preacher, the other was a 
queer. 

Half-thinking he was serious, Andrea lifted her tear-soaked face from the 
divan, and she studied the older man's face. He seemed to be joking, but 
behind his eyes was a faraway look as though he himself believed it was 
true. This mature, successful country club manager looked like he was 
thinking she was one of the best women he ever had, and Andrea felt a shiver 
of lewd pride tingle inside her loins. Then it must be true, what she had 
thought when numbed and lost in the passion of the moment - she was bom to 
be a slut! She was really good at it, and this was only her second time! 

"Don't worry, little baby, you won't have to take on the whole board," Mike 
Barton told her. He paused in buckling his belt, musing for a moment. "But 
it wouldn't do any harm to get at old Earl Granville," he said after a 
while. 

"Wh ... what did you say?" Andrea gasped, unable to believe her ears. Was 
Mike Barton actually going to come out and suggest that she let someone else 
make love to her in exchange for a tryout at the Davis Cup? 

"I said it wouldn't do you any harm to fuck Earl Granville. He's a goaty old 
man who will he the one to formally present your name before the steering 
committee. You'd have it made you can get him turned on. He's kind of hard 
to get interested, but if you do -- watch out!" 

It suddenly dawned on Mike Barton that he was talking to this 
eighteen-year-old girl as though she were sophisticated enough to be out in 
the open with such things. He mentally cursed himself for his loose mouth, 
and he might be ruining any further chances to screw the hot little-bitch, 

"Forgive me. I'm sorry, my dear," the older man said as he smoothed his tie 
back into shape. He now stood completely in front of the lissome naked 
redhead staring wide-eyed at him from her position at the edge of the 
fur-covered divan. He smiled at the beautiful picture of youthful innocence 
she made there with her feet apart on the floor, her shapely knees pressed 
modestly together with her arm drooped casually over her loins, her upper 
arm pressed softly against her fully blossomed breasts. Above the slightly 
touching twin mounds of white flesh, Andrea's innocent, naive face, 
unblemished as yet by dark secrets of life, was presenting itself to him in 
open-eyed wonder. What's going on in her pretty head? he wondered to 
himself. Maybe she's not quite as naive as I thought. 

The intelligent young redhead had just made a startling discovery as he was 
talking to her. Not only was Andrea surprised to see that she no longer had 
the slightest reservations about fucking whoever Mike Barton might suggest 
-- after all, she had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. But also she 
was shocked to learn that the very thought of taking another man's hardened 
penis up inside her tight little vagina excited her! She could feel new 
little tingles of sensation worrying down in her loins. 

She turned her lips up at him in an unpracticed sensual smile, at the same 
time stretching one long shapely leg out toward the fascinated older man. 
Reaching out with both hands, the young redhead slowly stroked her 
fingertips up the smooth contours of her calves, knees and thighs, along the 
gentle curves and hollows of her hips, and narrow waist, and finally 
brushing lightly over her ripe full breasts. 

"Baby, you do learn fast!" the club manager told her in a low hoarse voice. 
He could feel his recently drained and worn-out cock trembling into new life 
inside his jockey shorts as he watched her rise up slowly to a standing 
position with her legs thrust apart on the carpet, her voluptuous breasts 
thrust boldly out at him. Looking down at the little vee of curly crimson 
hair up between her parted thighs, Mike Barton could see the pinkly pouting 
pussy he had just fucked into with such fury. It looked as though she were 
ready for another round of the same. 

Then, suddenly, Andrea stopped playing the role of a provocative woman and 
almost shyly began to get dressed. In now useless modesty, the young redhead 
turned her back and slipped her green and white evening dress over her head, 
wriggling her nakedly exposed buttocks at him when the dress stuck at her 
shoulders. She had decided that if they were going to talk business now, she 
could play that role, too -- she wasn't so much a slave of her body that she 
couldn't control herself when she wanted to -- at least, not yet. 

"I would like very much to meet this man from the steering committee, Mr. 
Barton," the young girl said a minute later, perching herself now fully 
dressed on the edge of a chair near him. Andrea's big green eyes were 
sparkling as she stared earnestly at him. 

My God! I've never seen anyone like her! Nothing seems to shake her up! 

Mike Barton scrutinized her face carefully. At first he thought he had 
caught the elusive signs of drunkenness or madness in the back of her eyes 
-- but now he thought he recognized it for what it was: This innocent, 
naive-looking young redheaded tennis player was filled to her ears with raw, 
unfettered ambition! Nothing would stop her from clawing her way to the top! 

Unless, he added to himself, unless she becomes permanently addicted to sex! 
And after what he had just witnessed, he began to have serious doubts about 
her career for the first time since he had met her. 

Handing her another glass of brandy, Mike Barton smiled knowingly with a 
touch of sadness as he told her, 'Tomorrow is Sunday, Andrea. Rest. Play a 
little tennis, maybe, or swim in the pool. You've been through a lot, and 
the summer season hasn't even begun yet. I'll see Earl Granville on Monday. 
Then, we'll see... okay?" 

"That'll be wonderful, Mr. Barton," Andrea told him gratefully. The large 
cloud of guilt and humiliation still lingered in the back of her mind, but 
it was diminishing in size and intensity by the moment. The young girl knew 
that she had just passed some kind of test, one of those pass-or-fail 
examinations that life just pops on you once in a while. 

Deep in her innermost being, she realized that she had passed -- and in so 
doing, she had moved onto a different level of existence from what she had 
known before. Funny, all her life Andrea had thought she would know what it 
felt like when she became a woman. In fact, she had felt that way many times 
before, although now she knew she had been wrong. There had been something 
missing each time before. 

But this time she was sure. 

She was a woman; her life had begun! . 

And on Monday, she'd go into town and find a doctor who would start her on 
The Pill. 

 Chapter Four 

The first day of actual work had not been so bad. Andrea had signed up a 
couple of beginners who knew nothing at all about tennis. The word had begun 
to spread that Mariposa Country Club had a fantastic tennis instructor, and 
it wouldn't be long before she would have more students than she could 
handle. There had been only one or two older men on the courts in the 
morning, and she'd had them pretty much to herself most of the afternoon, 
the weather being great for golf. Toward two o'clock, some mothers and 
children showed up, and a couple of eager amateurs spent more time trying to 
make time with her than they did practicing their atrocious serves, but they 
were easy to get around. It had been an easy day. The night tennis players 
were few, though the club had provided sufficient lighting. And, that was 
it. 

There was, however, the engagement with Earl Granville, chairman of the 
steering committee. Mike Barton had told her first thing in the morning that 
she was to meet Granville in the committee room at seven-thirty that 
evening. After eating a hasty supper and taking a quick shower, the young 
red-haired girl dressed herself in a flowered yellow minidress. Andrea had 
to admit to herself as she looked in the mirror that she made a fine figure. 
If Mr. Granvflle liked long shapely legs and nice, firm buttocks," she 
thought, then hell like me. 

Andrea had been warned that she might find Mr. Granville not very appealing, 
and she was prepared for the worst. Doubts still ran through her mind about 
the wisdom of using her body to this extent to gain sponsorship for a 
competitive tryout on the courts, but she seemed to have stepped onto a 
roller coaster, and there seemed no way to get off. She couldn't think of 
any good reason not to go on with what she had started. At least, when 
summer was over she would know if this way worked out. She could always go 
on as tentatively planned to attend college and participate in scholastic 
events. 

The committee room was long and narrow, conforming to the shape of the 
walnut table running almost its entire length. There were about twenty 
chairs around the oblong table, all of them empty except for the one at the 
head of the table at the farthest end of the room. 

"Lock the door, Miss Wade," the man said in a gravelly voice. She complied 
and started to move toward him. 

"Stop!" the older man commanded. Andrea did as she was told, staring 
curiously at this strange man. From where she stood, she could see broad 
stripes of gray through his brown hair, and his face had begun to take on 
the wrinkles of an old man; She could tell that not very long ago he must 
have been ruggedly handsome and virile looking, but he was on the verge of 
losing his good looks now. 

"I want to watch you walk, Miss Wade," he told her. "Walking is very 
important -- it reveals a lot about a person's character. Judges can 
sometimes predict the winners of a tournament solely by watching the 
participants walk." 

The young redhead had rarely met a man who sounded so cold and aloof. She 
felt slightly apprehensive as she started once again to walk toward the man 
at the far end of the room. 

"No, not like that. Use a chair and step up onto the table," he ordered. "I 
can see you better there." 

Andrea smiled uncertainly, gazing with a questioning look at the older man. 
He smiled faintly in encouragement and nodded for her to go ahead and step 
up onto the polished wood table. Then he sat back in the high-backed swivel 
chair and fixed his eyes on the young redhead. 

"Walk toward me slowly and do what I tell you," his hoarse dry voice 
commanded. The Board Chairman was breathing heavily in the still room as 
Andrea stepped carefully toward him. 

"Very nice. Yes..... very nice,"the older man muttered to himself as he 
watched her hips sway slightly with each step. Earl Granville felt a slight 
twinge of hunger pulsing in his loins as he gazed at the alluring girl's 
long stockinged legs, well-rounded hips tucking into a narrow waist. Her 
firmly-set young breasts bounced lightly under the thin material of the 
yellow minidress as she moved, bringing further excitement to his faintly 
quivering cock. 

Maybe Mike Barton was right about this one, Granville was thinking. There 
was something about this proud little redhead that just might get to him. It 
was more and more difficult these days for Earl Granville to be excited by 
any woman, and for him that was like the end of the world - sex had always 
been the only thing that truly interested him. Even his success as a 
businessman had meant nothing to him compared to the pleasures he had gotten 
from the women in his life. Now all of a sudden it was difficult to find a 
woman who gave him those feelings of lust that would harden his cock for a 
good fuck. The older man had begun to think he had finally become jaded and 
worn out, but he still wanted to screw more than anything else, if only he 
could find women able to turn him on. 

Andrea had reached the halfway point on the long table when Earl Granville 
barked out another command. 

"Stop there! Now turn around and let me see how you look from the back," he 
rasped. 

Andrea was close enough now to see that he was older than she had thought. 
Whatever he was making her do this for, she was pretty sure that he wouldn't 
demand more of her than she could bear to give. Mike Barton had warned her 
that if the Board Chairman got started with her she would find it a hard 
experience to forget, but that was difficult to imagine. She turned around 
in a complete circle and stopped, looking at Earl Granville to see what she 
should do next. His breath was coming erratically, as he stared up and down 
her curvaceous, enticing young body, and then Andrea noticed his hands were 
moving in his lap. Finally, he stopped whatever he was doing and looked at 
her eyes again. 

"Come closer, my dear," he whispered. 

Andrea took the remaining steps to bring her to the edge of the table where 
the man with gray in his hair sat watching her with avid eyes, and when she 
was towering over hint, he smiled up at her, staring hungrily at the shadowy 
space up between her thighs. His hands were clasped together over the crotch 
of his trousers as he sat there devouring her luscious young body with his 
eyes. 

"Mike Barton has told me a lot about you," he said. "I won't beat around the 
bush -- at my age, you can't afford to, or don't have the patience." His 
eyes were fixed on hers hypnotically as he spoke. 

"I like the way you look, the way you move. You're an exciting young woman, 
and I would like nothing more than to help you -- if you will return the 
favor." 

Slowly, as though he were unveiling a monument, the steering committee 
chairman removed his hands from his lap, exposing to the young redhead's 
captivated gaze his long penis. It was partially erect and quivering like a 
snake down between his legs, the thick bulbous tip staring up at her like 
the eye of a Cyclops. Andrea sucked in her breath with a short gasp, 
surprised by this bold, shameless approach from the old man. Andrea could 
tell that when his penis reached full hardness it would be huge -larger than 
any she had seen so far. 

"I... I don't understand, Mr. Granville," she stammered down at him from her 
hovering position above him. 

"I'll explain," the older man told her soothingly. Patting the edge of the 
table, he said, "Sit down here in front of me, and I'll tell you what I 
want." 

Licking her lush red lips nervously, Andrea sat down and dangled her legs 
over the edge of the conference table, situating herself so as to give Earl 
Granville an open view up into her panty-clad pussy. He, in turn, backed the 
swivel chair a few inches away from her and licked his lips greedily at the 
salacious sight. 

"I've been going back over my past experiences with sex to find things that 
can still excite me," he began. "This morning, I remembered my first affair 
with a woman, and I dug this out of a trunk in the attic when I heard you 
were coming to see me." 

He unrolled a long calendar picture, of a date decades before. The 
illustration at the top was of a Woman wearing a short skirt leaning over a 
picket fence to pluck a flower. Her face was turned coyly to look over her 
shoulder toward the viewer, her lips puckered a little "oh" of surprise. The 
round half-moons of her buttocks were encased in sheer white nylon panties, 
enticing and inviting to look at,, the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks 
visible as a curving shadow through the flimsy material, and there was a 
little red spot showing on her upper thigh as though someone passing by had 
just playfully pinched her. 

"I was fourteen years old when I stole this from a mechanic's shop in 
Chicago," Granville said in a hoarse dreamy voice. "I know every inch of her 
beautiful flesh, and secret nook and cranny of her soft little body." The 
older man flicked his deep brown eyes up at Andrea's to see if she were 
mocking him in any way. There was nothing derisive in her expression, but 
she looked confused. 

"Oh, I know it sounds crazy," Earl Granville continued, "but that little 
wench used to really turn me on." 

Andrea still didn't understand what was expected of her, and she waited 
patiently for him to clarify it. 

"I... I wonder if you would mind posing for me... like this, young lady?" 
There was a sense of urgency in his voice. As he thought back to the days 
when he'd masturbate three or four times a day while gazing lasciviously at 
the girl on the calendar, days when he had to do something like that in 
order to keep his cock from staying hard all the time, he felt his penis 
stirring more strongly. 

The young redhead looked at him with a suspicious glance, not quite sure if 
he were serious, and a little apprehensive about what he might ask her to do 
if she went along with this request. But she braced herself for the worst 
and slipped down off the table. Standing in front of him, she turned around 
and leaned over the polished walnut table top, propping her elbows on the 
wooden surface with her face in her hands. Andrea held her legs together 
like the giri in the picture, her calves curving out from where they touched 
each other, her softly rounded thighs pressed modestly together. Her firm 
young buttocks thrust out toward the older man's face behind her, and she 
turned her head to look at him sitting in his dark swivel chair. 

Earl Granville's glittering eyes bored into her thinly covered ass-cheeks 
from behind with fires of lust burning in the dark pupils. The eighteen year 
old's softly flowing curves were much more alluring than the artist's 
rendition of the girl in the calendar pose. The round moon-shape of her 
buttocks was hidden from his sight by only the thin smooth surface of her 
sheer panties, and ;: was almost as though she were complete,; naked. 

His voice came at her in rasping tones. "I used to stand in front of this 
picture and jack myself off," he confessed to the astonished young girl. 
While he talked, his hand moved down to the slightly jerking length of his 
hardening penis, and he wrapped his fingers around the swollen flesh to 
tease the foreskin up and down over the bloated tip-end. Andrea watched in 
mystified apprehension as he began slipping the loose outer skin up and down 
before her very eyes, slowly building up the length and hardness of the 
shaft of flesh. After all she had gone through so far at the country club, 
this looked as though it might be easy to take. He was asking so little of 
her, really, and he could be of so much help to her. She at once decided to 
throw herself into the spiring of the scene and try to please him as well as 
she could. 

"Ooohhh," she cooed back at him, making her sensually rosy lips into a 
little oval of surprise like the girl in the picture, her large green eyes 
fastened to his hand slipping up and down.on his still swelling penis. The 
young redhead swayed her enticing young buttocks slightly from side to side 
to further excite the older man, and his hand began to jerk up and down a 
little faster. 

"Oh, yes ... that's good," he groaned as he watched her ass-cheeks squirming 
lewdly back in his direction. "The big moment would be when I was about to 
cum -- then I would move right up close to her pretty little ass and spurt 
all over her," he continued breathlessly. At the same time that Earl 
Granville was masturbating, he rose up from his chair to edge closer to the 
upturned buttocks until he stood only inches away from her. 

"What I always wished I could ..." he began, panting hoarsely 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. Andrea wished she knew for sure what he wanted her to 
do ... and what he wanted to do with her. She had heard frightening 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 wished I could peel her panties down off her 
smooth white ass like this," he went on. The young girl shuddered slightly 
as his fingers reached up under the hem of her minidress 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 lascivious view, the sheer material of her pantyhose rolled 
halfway down Andrea's tensely quivering thighs. 

It was then that the young redhead felt his fingertips playing over her 
defenselessly bare buttocks, pausing briefly to tease at her tiny puckered 
anus before drifting 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 moistly 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 excited chairman of 
the steering committee said, panting for breath now that he was on the verge 
of having an old fantasy come true at last. 

His prodding fingers were softly manipulating Andrea's quivering clitoral 
bud, while at the same time he spread his hand to force her trembling thighs 
wider apart. The older man's lewdly droning words caused unexplainable 
little flutters of obscene delight flickering through Andrea'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, 
Andrea'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 redhead's flexing and unfiexing buttocks jiggled from side 
to side as she undulated her torso before Earl Granville's greedily watching 
eyes. 

The young girl'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 deep brown 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 
grimace of pain as soon as I had filled her with my hard-on," he growled 
from behind her. 

At that moment, the older man moved forward and placed the tip of his 
blood-engorged cock up between her sleek inner thighs, setting it into place 
with his fingertips at the slightly spread opening of her tight little 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. 

Andrea felt his heated rigidity firmly lodged up between her thighs, ready 
to spear up into her nakedly baekthrust vagina, and her whole body quivered 
in fear, but at the same time, she felt a lewd anticipation. She still 
remembered the endless sensation she had felt when she was cumming on Mike 
Barton's penis, and the thought of being fucked again by a different man -- 
and like this, almost 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 Andrea 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 this way. It seemed so big, and she had never dreamed of doing it this 
way before. It would hurt, she knew -- however much she might like it, it 
would hurt! 

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

But it was already too late. Sensing her reluctance even before she had 
spoken, the chairman had moved his hands onto the redhead'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! 

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

"Oooaaaggghhh!" she groaned. "It's too big! 

It hurts!'' The yoang girl cried out 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 

"Ohh, baby? You did it!; the older man groaned triumphantly down at her, 
enjoying the squirming of her naked buttocks as she tried to escape the 
brutal impalement. 

Not content to wait for her to get used to his hardness buried up to the 
very hilt in the depths of her belly, the chairman began fucking 
relentlessly in and out of her warmly enveloping cunta! passage. Andrea 
winced and moaned from the painful friction inside her searing 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. Granville's hard 
cock deep up 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 her mind for pain. All that was left now was the hard 
pumping rod of male flesh hurling up into her from behind, stretching and 
filling her yielding young cunt beyond belief. 

"Fuck back! Fuck your ass back!" Andrea, heard the older man gasp from 
behind her, and she passionately surrendered her will to his, screwing her 
squirming buttocks tightly against his pounding pelvis. She felt a cold 
sharp sensations when she inadvertently touched the tender skin of her inner 
thighs on his metal zipper, but she only broke her passionate rhythm for a 
split second, catching up with his quickening strokes immediately. 

The older man was grunting above and behind her now like a rutting animal, 
his long-unspent load of cum already 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 young 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. By God! I'm going to make this hot 
little bitch cum! It was a thought that put the older man over the hump and 
on the way to his own orgasm. ' 

Andrea 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 made it. She had done it! 

"Ooohhh, 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 nice hot cum. Give me your cum deep inside my cunt! Oh, cum, darling, 
cum!" 

Hearing her ardent words, Earl Granville felt a surge of excitement shooting 
through his body, and it pushed him right over the edge. He gasped, "Christ! 
I'm cumming, honey! Here it comes!" The older man's rampant penis went into 
spasms of ecstasy, spurting again and again inside her violently quivering 
vagina. 

Abruptly, without warning, Andrea felt the first uncontrollable twitchings 
of her vaginal muscles, a twitching that was soon darting through her own 
body, and she moaned out loud as her own orgasm exploded. The older man's 
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 pinned there on his;throbbing 
penis. 

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Sooo-ooo good!" whimpered the redhead 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 older man at all, but 
nevertheless she had once again lost control of herself and reacted to her 
body's relentless pursuit of pleasure. 

The steering committee chairman leaned away from the cushion of her buttocks 
and watched his now deflating penis slipping 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 
pearl-colored semen seeping from her gaping pussy mouth. 

Collapsing back down into his swivel chair with a deep sigh of satisfaction, 
the older man felt drowsy and heavy-lidded from the exquisite fatigue 
flooding through his body. He stared at the young redhead's nakedly exposed 
ass-cheeks with a wistful smile of consummated pleasure. 

"Miss Wade, I'm recommending your name to the committee first thing in the 
morning," he told her with a rasping tone. "If I may give you a piece of 
advice -- don't neglect one Mr. Boyd Donovan if you are really after the 
Davis Cup sponsorship. As president of the Mariposa Country Club, he can 
veto the committee for any reason he wants." 

Andrea barely understood what he was saying, but she took his words as a 
signal to reach back and pull her panties back up over her soft white 
buttocks. She felt the warm stickiness of their mingled cum dripping down 
between her inner thighs, a feeling so lewd and obscene that she decided not 
to do anything about it until she got back to her room. If anyone noticed 
the stain up in the vee of her legs, let them guess for themselves what it 
was from -- or who it was from. 

Facing around again, Andrea looked into Earl Granville's eyes and told him, 
"I hope you don't think I did... we did this together just so I could get 
the club's nomination ... I wouldn't want you to think that..." 

The steering committee chairman smiled knowingly at the girl, a flicker of 
new respect coming into his deep brown eyes. This little redhead would go a 
long way if she could keep this up, he thought to himself. Every man she 
meets will have a weakness for her kind, but shell have to pretend that she 
doesn't know it, otherwise, shell get herself fucked in more ways than one. 

"We won't even think about our little treat again, Miss Wade, will we?" His 
eyes flashed a humorless warning for her to never mention what had happened 
between them. 

"Of course no, Mr. Granville. Thank you . . . for everything." 

 Chapter Five 

The two had been drinking together and talking for over two hours, mostly 
about their usual subject of-mutual interest: Sex. It was almost, but not 
quite, an argument between them. 

"What do you mean, you raunchy old bastard," Gary Barton demanded in 
indignation. 

"I mean at my age, I can still fuck better and longer than you can," the 
club manager told his son with a note of superiority in his voice. "That 
little redhead, for instance -- she obviously got something from me that you 
couldn't give her. She was so turned on you wouldn't believe it." 

Fuming silently for a long moment, exasperated by his father's bragging, the 
handsome young man finally had a brainstorm. 

"There's only one way to settle this thing," he proclaimed, unwilling to 
allow his father to run down his virility and capacity for turning on women. 

"And how's that?" Mike Barton asked the blond-haired youth. The older man 
was only half-joking - he remembered how impatient he himself had been at 
his son's age, and it was years before he'd learned to get the most out of a 
piece of ass by making sure the girl was worked up as much as he was before 
shooting off into her. Before that, he had always satisfied himself first 
and to hell with the girl. 

"Well have to fuck her.. .both at the same time ... take turns at her. Then 
well see who gets the best performance... and who can go on the longest," 
Gary said. It would be the first time they had ever shared the same girl in 
this way. Sure, many times the same girl had been screwed by them both, but 
not in the same room at the same time with one of them watching the other go 
at it. 

The idea immediately appealed to Gary's father. His eyes lit up with a 
little lustful glow, and he smacked his lips in anticipation. It had been a 
long time since he'd been in on a gang bang, even though this would be a 
small one, and the prospect excited him. "You're on," he blurted out, 
raising a toast with his glass. He gulped the rest of the Scotch and slammed 
the empty glass down. "You better start resting up right now for the big 
event. We don't want you getting worn out before we even get started." 

"Shit!" Gary spat back, "If anybody gets worn out, it ain't gonna be me." He 
grinned back at his father with an equally obscene gleam in his eye. 

"I'll try to set it up for next Saturday night. There's plenty of help in 
the club, and we can both get away." 

The lewdly anticipatory glances they exchanged were like Dorian Gray looking 
in the mirror. Young Gary Barton saw in his father himself as an older man, 
still lecherous as ever. It was a nice future to look forward to. 

While Mike Barton and his son were laying their plans, a silver Ferrari was 
racing over a torturous road in the hills above the country club. Although 
the road was dangerous, the speedometer rarely dropped under ninety miles an 
hour, and Andrea Wade in the passenger's seat sat terrified, her wide-open 
green eyes staring at the ribbon of asphalt unwinding so rapidly before 
them. Beside her at the wheel was the president of the Mariposa Country 
Club, Boyd Donovan, concentrating as well as he could on the road. He held a 
fifth of bourbon between his legs, and from time to time, he lifted it to 
his lips before passing it over to Andrea. By now she was becoming 
accustomed to drinking so that it no longer tasted bad to her, but she still 
got drunk very fast, losing both coordination and control over herself. 

Upon reaching a short straight stretch of road, Boyd Donovan took a sidelong 
glance at his passenger that quickly encompassed her youthful beauty and 
voluptuous body. The president let his eyes run over Andrea's tempting young 
body as she sat stiffly next to him, nervous and frail, her long slender 
legs exposed up to her firm young upper thighs. Her waist was narrow and 
wasp-like, and her ripely jutting breasts, he was sure, were bare under the 
tight-fitting sweater she was wearing. 

The warm wind coming in the open window of the car whipped her long red hair 
around her head, making her look wildly provocative. 

Donovan was over forty years of age, and still ruggedly handsome. As much as 
he loved young women, he sometimes thought he loved fast cars even more. He 
reached down to the floor shift between them and geared down for a 
particularly sharp turn ahead. Grinning in lewd contemplation, the older man 
unscrewed the elongated penis-head-shaped plastic knob he had put on the 
gearshift just this evening, and then he screwed it back on again, thinking 
of what he could do with this suddenly freely available little red-headed 
dish next to him. 

Mike Barton had told him that the club's new tennis instructor would do 
anything he could think of -- she was that hot to get sponsored to the 
competitions for the Davis Cup. From what Barton had further told him, 
Donovan gathered that she was also hot to get fucked. She looked so young 
and innocent, it was hard to believe, but he had been surprised by looks 
before. 

"Pull up your dress," Boyd Donovan ordered. 

When Andrea gasped and did not obey immediately, the club president jerked 
on the steering wheel, making the high-powered car swerve and slide on the 
crooked road. Whenever he was drinking, he was capable of almost anything. 
If Andrea didn't know that yet, she was soon to learn. The car swerved 
again, the rear tire slipping off the pavement onto the gravel shoulder at 
the side of the road. 

"What are you doing?" the young girl cried out, terrified, holding on with 
both hands to keep her balance. 

"I said pull it up!" 

This time, Andrea quickly obeyed, hoping that she hadn't gotten into a 
sports car driven by a madman. She hiked her dress high and exposed the 
narrow band of her panties up between her thighs. 

"Pull it all the way up!" Donovan growled at the frightened eighteen year 
old girl. This was the first time the club president had said anything to 
her since they had gotten in the car together nearly an hour before. Since 
then they had just been driving aimlessly and drinking, and now she was 
beginning to really get worried about his ability to handle the car. Also, 
Andrea had been aware that Mr. Donovan was expecting something from her, 
though she hadn't been sure quite what it might be, and this abrupt cold 
command was not exactly what she had been expecting. 

However, she again obeyed his gruff voice, pulling her dress up so that it 
was around her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered loins to his 
drunken gaze. But she found herself desperately wishing that he'd at least 
stop the car. If he kept staring at her all the time, they were bound to 
miss a curve sooner or later and go careening off a cliff. 

"Take off your panties and prop one leg up on the seat so I can see your 
pussy," he demanded, noticing her automatic reluctance to do what he asked. 
The next turn was nearly a hairpin curve, and Donovan took it on two wheels, 
knowing that it would frighten the girl into doing what he asked. 

"Look, baby," he snarled as he glared at the road ahead, "Maybe you don't 
understand. You're going to do whatever I ask, whenever I ask. Otherwise 
you'll not only be scared shitless, youll end up walking home from God knows 
where out in the sticks. Got that straight?" 

"Y ... yes, Mr. Donovan," the young redhead stammered. Hesitating only a 
brief second more, Andrea began awkwardly taking off her skimpy white nylon 
panties, squirming around on the car seat to get them over her buttocks and 
firm full thighs and down off her ankles. She could feel the cool leather 
against her naked ass-cheeks, and she stared straight ahead, her face 
flushing in embarrassment, as she raised one leg and played it out to the 
side, opening the whole of her crimson-curled pubic area to his greedy eyes. 

"That's better," he rasped, feeling his penis beginning to swell in his 
tight trousers. "Now, reach down and spread the lips of your cunt open." 

In spite of Andrea's feeling of humiliation, she hastened to carry out his 
command. And, despite her shock at his cold calculated commands, the obscene 
words titillated the passionate side of her nature. Spreading the tiny pink 
folds of pussy flesh with her first and third fingers, she let her extended 
middle finger lie lightly over the swollen clitoral bud, and the tiny little 
mouth of her vagina quivered in excitement. Small droplets of moisture were 
already beginning to form in the narrow valley, glistening pink and gold in 
the late afternoon sun. 

"Get it hot, baby. Fingerfuck it a little," Donovan told her, licking his 
tongue over his suddenly dry lips as he watched her finger beginning to 
slowly massage the widespread lips. Before long, he could hear little wet 
sounds from the lewd stroking she was giving her pussy furrow. The older man 
could see the tip of her middle finger disappearing up into the moistly 
expanding opening to her cunt, and suddenly he didn't want to wait any 
longer. 

Reaching down to the crotch of his trousers, he unzipped his fly with a 
harsh metallic rip, and he reached inside to free his quiveringly hard cock 
into the open air. With his left hand, he searched down beside him and 
released the catch so he could slide the front seat back. 

With one hand on the wheel, the middle-aged man began slowly stroking his 
obscenely exposed cock, slipping the loose outer skin up and down over the 
bulbous head. The sight of the young girl's exposed pussy as she massaged it 
with her fingers was sending lewd sparks of excitement shooting into his 
loins, and he pressed his foot down on the accelerator harder than before. 
Donovan was taking the curves at breakneck speed, now, slipping and swerving 
on the pavement so recklessly that it sent chills of terror racing up and 
down Andrea's spine and once or twice brought a relieved gasp from Donovan's 
lips as he successfully maneuvered around a particularly treacherous curve. 

Every chance he got, he flicked his eyes to the side to catch a glimpse of 
the moistly pink hair-lined cunt and her glistening middle finger slipping 
in and out. When he saw that the young girl was managing to arouse herself, 
despite her fear -- or maybe because of it -- the country club president 
took his hand away from his burgeoning penis and leaned back, stretching his 
right foot out to reach the gas pedal. 

"Put your head down in my lap," he rasped in a hoarse voice, unable to wait 
any longer. 

Andrea had watched what he was doing down beneath the steering wheel with 
his stiffly erect penis, surprising herself by watching him masturbate as 
though hypnotized by the huge fleshy rod glistening in his hand. For some 
reason, it excited her to watch this wealthy man performing such a lewd act 
before her very eyes. 

Then when he ordered her to put her head in his lap, although she hesitated 
a moment, the young redhead suddenly began to relish being able to get a 
close look at one of the fleshy instruments that she had so recently learned 
to exploit for her own pleasure and the advancement of her athletic career. 

Getting down on both knees on the floor of the car beside the president, 
Andrea leaned her face over until his throbbing shaft was only inches from 
her wide green eyes. Her fingers continued to massage at her wildly 
quivering clitoris while Donovan's right hand slipped up over her back and 
caressed her nakedly upthrust buttocks. His fingertips lewdly 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 tight 
little rubbery ring, pressing softly inward and retreating again as her own 
hand continued to work furiously up between her legs. 

Reminding herself that Donovan was now steering with his left hand while he 
played over her swaying buttocks with his right, Andrea glanced sideways to 
look at the speedometer -and gasped as he saw they were doing ninety miles 
an hour on the straight stretches and barely less for the sharp bends and 
twists on the mountain road! He would end up killing them both! 

"Suck my prick, baby!" she heard the guttural command. 

The young girl gasped and stared wide-eyed at the thickly expanded column of 
flesh so close to her face. How could she ever bring herself to even think 
about putting that lust-bloated cock into her mouth? 

Noting her reluctance, Donovan grimly jammed his foot down on the 
accelerator so hard the tires squealed on the asphalt, and they catapulted 
forward at a tremendous speed. The sudden forward movement of the car 
pressed Andrea's red head tightly back against Donovan's chest while she 
grabbed desperately for something to hold onto to keep her balance. 

"Suck it, I said!" the middle-aged man yelled at her. With his hand still 
playing around the girl's nakedly exposed buttocks sticking up behind her, 
the impatient president thrust his outstretched middle finger brutally up 
into the depths of the eighteen year old girl's small defenseless anus. 

"Aaaggghhh!" the young girl groaned from the sudden painful intrusion. 
"Stop! It hurts! Ill do it.. .whatever you say ... I'll do it, but stop!" 

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

"Ooohhh!" she gasped, feeling the speeding car slow back to a slightly less 
suicidal speed. 

Andrea realized she would have to do it.. .to suck his long hard penis! She 
had no choice! If she didn't, he would surely kill them both with his 
reckless driving. She closed her eyes, determined to get it over with as 
quickly as possible. Gradually she lowered her face closer and closer to his 
eagerly awaiting penis until she felt the spongy tip brush against her 
tightly closed lips. A drop of seminal fluid had oozed from the glans at the 
end, and it clung stickily to her full sensual lips. Unconsciously, her 
tongue flicked out to lick off the unwanted liquid, but she nearly gagged as 
she became aware of what she was doing. But, better to be sick than dead, 
she thought. 

With her right hand, she began stroking his hotly throbbing shaft, slipping 
the thick foreskin back and forth so tantalizingly that Donovan groaned with 
pleasure above her. Andrea had had a lot of practice at this with her 
boyfriend, Tony, and she knew how to use her hands on a rigid cock, but 
although Tony had tried to get her to suck him many times, she had never 
been able to bring herself to do it. It was an act that was only whispered 
about in the locker rooms at school, and she considered it too humiliating 
and debasing to even consider it. 

The ache in the middle-aged man's cum-filled balls was becoming more intense 
by the minute, and his eyes narrowed with lust as he tried to keep his mind 
on the road ahead, veering and skidding around the worst turns. His 
obscenely buried finger caused her to jerk her buttocks again as he shoved 
it still farther inside and twisted it painfully up into her tightly 
clasping rectum. Impatiently, Donovan lifted his pelvis to bring his pulsing 
cock closer to the girl's hovering young mouth, and when she still didn't 
make any move to put her lips over it, he jerked his finger roughly back out 
of her plundered anus, bringing another little cry of pain from her throat. 
Then he clutched her long red hair in his fingers, and with tantalizing 
slowness, he forced her face lower and lower, until her resistance finally 
gave way and her wetly parted lips opened around his massive hardness, 
enclosing the burgeoning tip inside her soft warm mouth with an excitingly 
moist pressure. 

"Aaahhh!" 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 pumping 
his buttocks up, flexing them automatically, fucking into the young 
redhead's wetly sucking mouth. 

Andrea knew that the only thing for her to do now was to force him to cum as 
soon as possible and get it over with. She clenched her eyes tightly shut 
and winced at the thought of his sticky hot semen spewing into her mouth 
while she went on laving his warmly pulsating cock. It seemed to her that 
she would choke on the massive, blood-engorged thickness spearing up into 
her mouth, bloating her cheeks out on the instroke and rubbing against the 
back of her throat. Hot pools of saliva mixed with his seeping seminal fluid 
under her tongue as she tried to keep from swallowing the lewd fluids. Her 
right hand milked hungrily on his cum-bloated balls still inside his 
trousers in an effort to force him quickly to the bursting point. 

Then the seemingly impossible happened. Abruptly the red-headed girl herself 
actually began to enjoy sucking this older man's hotly throbbing cock! 

Boyd Donovan's obscenely pumping organ slipped wetly in and out of her 
ovalled lips, sending fires of lust racing through Andrea's breasts and 
belly and down into her upturned slit. Gently she began undulating her 
buttocks up behind her, mewling soft low animal sounds around the thick 
lunging penis. 

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

Groaning with the maddening fires she was creating inside his balls, the 
middle-aged man 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 a nearby freeway, and with his left hand, he jerked the steering 
wheel and spun wildly onto the rampway. The startled young girl started to 
pull away from him, but he clamped his free hand tighter in her hair and 
held her head securely in position. 

Finally the silver sports car straightened out on the open freeway, and Boyd 
Donovan put his foot to the floor. His hand was still clamped down holding 
the frightened girl down over his mouth-filling cock, but out of the corner 
of her eye, she saw the speedometer climbing to a hundred. Unaware that they 
were no longer on the curving mountain road, the young girl began shuddering 
with terror as she redoubled her efforts on his pulsing penis. 

Unnameable masochistic chills ran through her body as the needle reached and 
then passed one hundred miles an hour, steadily inching up toward one-ten. 
Mewls and hums of fervent pleading for him to cum were bubbling steadily out 
around his lunging cock 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 rock-hard cock, and the first thick 
hot spurts of his semen gushed from the swollen tip of his cock, jetting 
lewdly into the moistly sucking cavern of her mouth. 

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

Andrea's cheeks expanded 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 gagged on the scalding sperm puffing out 
her cheeks to overflowing. 

Slowly, his orgasm faded away. His still-jerking penis began softening and 
deflating in her wetly heated mouth, and Boyd Donovan fought with the 
vibrating steering wheel to regain full control of his careening Ferrari. He 
had never felt anything like it in his life -- the combination of breakneck 
speed and cumming into this innocent young redhead's soft warm mouth had 
almost sent him over the edge of sanity. Another split second and they both 
would have been hurtling over the dividing strip between the north and south 
lanes of the freeway. 

As Andrea finally removed her exhausted mouth from his wetly glistening 
penis, the middle-aged man felt his knees trembling in fatigue and adrenal 
shock. Sweat was shining on his forehead as he lit a cigarette with shaking 
fingers and sucked in the smoke. He was dimly aware of the redhead moving 
away from his lap as the car settled back to a fairly safe eighty-five, and 
when he glanced to the side again, he had the surprise of his life. 

The innocent-looking young athlete had gotten herself so aroused that she 
was desperately trying to cram her fingers up inside her thoroughly 
moistened cunt to satisfy the unbearable desire she was now feeling. The 
older man grinned obscenely to himself and quickly unscrewed the 
penis-shaped knob from the gearshift. 

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

With no hesitation, Andrea leaned back against the far door of the sports 
car and spread her loins open to his view. The penis-shaped plastic knob 
slipped into the ready wetness of her pinkly glistening cunt without the 
slightest resistance, and the redhead began to quickly fuck it in and out of 
the narrow expanding opening. She had been hanging on the edge of her 
orgasm, and almost immediately, her mouth hung slack as she tossed her head 
from side to side and moaned out her ecstatic release. Obscenely wet sucking 
noises filled the car as she rammed the substitute penis faster and faster 
up into her hungrily gyrating cunt, and then with a long sensual moan, she 
finished pushing her throbbing cunt down onto the hard plastic cock and held 
it there for a long time. 

After a long moment of silence in the car, except for her heavy breathing 
beside him, Boyd Donovan glanced at her form lying lewdly spread out beside 
him, her head hanging limp over the back of the car seat. 

"Yeah, baby," he chortled at her, "when I have to go, that's the way I want 
it to be -- cumming my head off. You're all right, kid." 

The exhausted young redhead rolled her head to face him, and when he gave 
her a lewdly sensual, almost conspiratorial grin, she understood what he 
meant. Fucking was really what it was all about, she was thinking. That's 
what all these men have been trying to teach me! 

This time Andrea smiled back, a lewd sensual grin stained at the corners 
with his semen and she licked her tongue around her lips to indicate that 
she meant it. 

 Chapter Six 

Strange how things work out, Mike Barton thought as he mixed himself his 
third martini in a half an hour, relaxing at the bar of his luxurious 
upstairs den. Only a week ago today, little Andrea Wade first arrived at 
Mariposa Country Club. The little bitch fucked her way right up the chain of 
command. Once she got the picture, she was right in there swinging. She 
breaks down with her first match ... looking pretty as anything I've ever 
seen -- but with two left hands. Couldn't even hold up against a bunch of 
second-rate tennis players, he chuckled lewdly to himself. 

Guess she's been spending so much time flat on her bach -- she's out of 
shape! 

Not that you would notice, though, he corrected himself as he glanced across 
the room to where the pretty young redhead had just entered the door. She 
might not make it with a decent backhand, but she sure has the movement of a 
winner... in bed! he joked to himself. 

Greeting her like a long lost daughter, Mike Barton pressed a drink on her 
and talked lightly about the events of the week. She seemed a little 
depressed ... and no wonder, thought the club manager. She had given up the 
most precious thing a woman can offer, a man, and all for nothing. She would 
have been better off staying home. 

"I've been thinking, Andrea," he said in a serious tone. "Maybe you ought to 
consider just staying on here after the summer is over. We can always use a 
good female athlete -- and the life is sometimes exciting." 

For a moment, Andrea looked even more confused. The young redhead had been 
lost in thought, trying to decide what she should do when her poor showing 
made the committee reluctant to even keep her on for the summer, and here 
Mike Barton was offering her a permanent job. 

"I think I'd like that," she replied in a pleased tone. She had gone over 
the happenings of the last week a thousand times in her head, and she had 
resigned herself to the facts of her existence. The firsthand knowledge of 
the secret sensual side of herself had given her a new sense of power and 
security. The pressure to be the best in her chosen field was no longer as 
strong as it had been when her field was tennis, but she felt much more 
secure now that she had established for herself that she was infinitely 
attractive to men. 

And she owed it all to Mike Barton and his son, Gary. The young redhead 
smiled to herself. She knew why she was here with them tonight, and 
strangely enough, she wasn't minding at all. In fact, she thought the idea 
of making love to both of them together was kind of exciting, and it made 
her tingle with forbidden lust. 

Before she let the younger man do anything, though, she was going to make 
him pay for his uncaring brutality that first night only a week ago. And 
after her little talk with Mike Barton earlier in the evening, she knew just 
how she would do it. All that was necessary was fo pretend that she was more 
excited and pleased by the father, since they had the same kind of contest 
in mind, with her as both the judge and the prize. She giggled to herself as 
she thought of how nice it would be to make young Gary Barton feel 
inadequate in his lovemaking. 

At that moment, the phone rang, and young Gary reached over and picked it 
up, mumbling, "I'll get it." He listened quietly for a minute, and then he 
glanced musingly at Andrea, saying, "Okay. I'll be right out." 

He put the phone down and called his father to his side, where he whispered, 
"You'll never guess who's turned up. Tony Emerson." 

"Who?" the older man whispered back, mystified. 

"It's Andrea's high school boyfriend. The poor slob hitchhiked all the way 
from Flagstaff to see his girl and apply for a job here. He's wearing a 
college sweater - the whole varsity bit -- they tell me." His voice was 
mocking. 

Immediately sensing new possibilities, the older Barton glanced 
surreptitiously at Andrea, who was too absorbed with her recent good luck at 
being offered a job to notice what was going on. Then Mike Barton whispered 
more quietly, "Give me thirty to forty-five minutes alone with her . .. then 
pop in. Okay?" 

"Right! You get the little bitch all ready . .. but wait for me. I know you, 
Dad. You'll have her all worn out before I even get a chance." 

"I'll wait," the older man lied to his son. He was beginning to warm up to 
the situation. "You come in first when you get back, and let him barge in 
later when he hears all the commotion." 

Gary chuckled maliciously. "Got it!" 

The young blond-haired man excused him and left, and Mike glanced at the 
redhead, but he realized she hadn't been paying the slightest attention to 
what they had been up to. She was busy searching through a shelf of 
cassettes. 

"Choose one you like, Andrea," he told her, switching on the sound system. 

As he pushed in the cassette, he adjusted the volume so that anyone coming 
into the room could not be heard over the music. "Listen, Andrea, Gary won't 
be back for quite awhile, so lets have another drink and relax a bit." 

"Fine with me," the young redhead said, smiling demurely. Andrea sensed a 
further chance to get back at the cocky young manager's son for his 
brutality. If he came in and found her already in bed with his father, he 
would really suffer a blow to his teenage ego. The conceited little bastard 
thinks he's irresistible, and he needs to be knocked down a peg or two, she 
thought. 

After the exciting young redhead and her boss had finished two more 
martinis, Andrea started moving lewdly to the beat of the music, doing a 
teasing sort of dance around the room for the benefit of her middle-age 
employer. 

"I want to fuck you before Gary gets back," the older man told her in a 
husky voice, and without waiting another moment, he unbuckled his pants and 
undressed, staring greedily down at her as she willingly stripped off her 
brassiere and panties. Enjoying her new role as an experienced seductress, 
made even more exciting by the strong martinis she had just drunk, she felt 
as though she were floating on a cloud of eatthers, rolling and twisting 
provocatively on the huge king-sized bed. 

As he watched, Mike Barton's long thick penis stood out from his muscular 
belly like a quivering rod of flesh. Damn, he thought as he absent-mindedly 
stroked his hardened cock, she's really changed from the innocent little 
virgin of a week ago. He waited until she had rolled onto her stomach once 
again, her firmly rounded buttocks jutting up into the air behind her in 
lewd invitation, and then he threw his weight on top of her. 

Surprised and almost knocked out of breath, the young redhead squirmed under 
him, her flattened breasts rubbing down into the bedspread. Up behind her 
rapidly 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 her martinis 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 of desire flitted over Andrea'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 neck. "I 
want to fuck you dog-fashion." 

Feeling tractable as a tame animal, Andrea followed the tugging of his hands 
at her hips and raised up on her knees, her face turned to the side on 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 thighs 
to place her fingertips lightly on either side of her curl-lined cuntal slit 
and slowly stretched the pink edges to the sides. 

Up behind her, Mike Barton saw her moistly glistening young 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 her tiny pulsating opening, and Andrea 
inadvertently jerked and moaned with eager passion as she felt his heated 
shaft come into contact with her ankedly exposed pussy. 

Straining her neck downward, she peered back beneath her voluptuously 
dangling breasts at this thickly swollen cock set into place up between her 
thighs. The obscene view of his fleshy blue-veined shaft and heavy balls 
hanging beneath sent wild electric shocks jangling through her narrow cuntal 
slit, and she pressed back passionately into closer contact with the spongy 
head of his hotly pulsing cock. 

Mike Barton grasped her smoothly rounded hips in his rough hands to hold her 
in position in front of him, and he pushed forward slightly up into her 
tight elastic little 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 redhead felt his rock-hard 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 of her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in his 
loins as though the tender flesh would tear asunder, and then suddenly she 
felt her thighs swept apart and the manager's long thick cock slipped up 
into her hotly throbbing pussy like a blunted ramrod.. 

"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned softly through clenched teeth as she waited for her 
as yet unstretched cunt to accustom itself to the introding thickness. His 
massive penis penetrating her felt like a thick drill tunneling deep up 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 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, Mike Barton thrust 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 hotly quivering cunt. The older man slipped his 
deeply embedded penis back out a fraction of an inch, and then he grunted as 
he shoved it forward again into her pussy as far as it would go. She felt 
its rubbery tip smash up against her cervix, and at the same time his 
heavily bloated testicles slapped hard against the softness of her inner 
thighs. 

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

"Good baby," he gasped down at her. "Nice and slow, now, that's it... that's 
the way to fuck." 

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

"Oh, God! This is good!" she panted back at him in a quavering voice, 
surprised at the thick husky sound of her own voice. 

Now the older man 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 great pussy you've got," 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 clamped down wetly 
around his fucking cock, and the young redhead ground her quivering white 
buttocks tightly into his pelvis in wanton appreciation. 

Now let Gary come on in, Mike. Barton thought smugly. I'll give him a 
demonstration of how to turn a woman into a good whore. In one easy lesson: 
Fuck her good! 

Over the sounds of the music in the next room, the older man thought he 
could hear the small metallic click of the den door opening. A feeling of 
absolute power surged through his body, and he dug his fingers harshly into 
the resilient flesh of her hips as he thrust repeatedly up between her legs. 
He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her cunt flowering wetly 
around his pistoning cock, her hot liquid passion flooding slipperily in the 
tight narrow passage. 

In the other room, Gary Barton cursed silently and put his finger to his 
lips in a signal for Andrea's unsuspecting boyfriend to keep quiet. Gary 
wanted Tony Emerson's arrival to be a surprise ... and what a surprise! 

"They must be in the other room. You wait here while I take a look," Gary 
whispered conspiratorily, his eyes squinting angrily as he realized that his 
father had undoubted already started fucking the little redhead. The old 
bastard, he swore to himself as he left Tony and walked toward the bedroom. 
Can't trust him for a minute... not where pussy is concerned. He promised to 
wait. 

The lewd sounds of passion coming from inside the bedroom were like the 
noises of primitive beasts in heat. Gary pushed the door open wider and 
quickly slipped inside before Tony even noticed the sounds. With his back to 
the half-closed door, Mike Barton's son stared goggle-eyed at the 
scintillating scene taking place on the king-sized bed. The hot little bitch 
was up on her knees dog-fashion before his father, who was fucking into her 
cunt from behind, her ripely dangling breasts swinging from side to side as 
she see-sawed excitedly back and forth on Mike Barton's lust-laden cock. 

Anxious to join in the fun, Gary quickly tore off his clothes and crawled up 
on the far side of the bed. He placed the flat of his hand on Andrea's 
flushed cheeks to hold her in place as she opened her eyes long enough to 
see his fully erect young penis only inches away from her lips. Drops of 
moisture seeped from the bloated tip, inviting Andrea's tongue to lick them 
away. Like a hungry child with a lollipop, the little redhead eagerly sucked 
the tip of his throbbing cock in between her wetly ovalled lips. 

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

The little bitch is really turned on, Gary, Barton thought. He suddenly 
wanted her to feel humiliated and ashamed for the way she was responding to 
the lewd fucking from his father. 

"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 with a load of cum!" 

Without further warning, he shoved the throbbing mass of his hard penis deep 
into the hot moistness of her mouth. All the way down 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 like a 
flock of birds going south, the only thing left of interest to him being his 
palpitating cock sunk deep in her warm wet mouth. 

"Now, baby," he groaned down at her cock-filled face, "use your tongue and 
suck hard." Immediately, he set up a steady fucking rhythm stroking in and 
out of her tightly compressed lips, her cheeks bloated grotesquely on the 
instroke, and deeply hollowed around him on the outstroke. Her delicate 
nostrils flared above his glistening shaft with the strong male aroma of his 
loins as she struggled to breathe through her nose. 

The lewd mental picture entered Andrea's mind of her naked body between 
father and son like a side of beef on a spit, and the image excited 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 up into her greedy pussy, 
from behind. She began to nibble at the warmly pulsating cock buried between 
her 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 penis 
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 to meet the hot spurts that came into her from her tingling pussy. 

Outside the half-closed door, Tony Emerson was waiting impatiently for the 
manager's son, Gary, to call him. Although he had ostensibly come all the 
way from Flagstaff to apply for a summer job, it was no accident that he had 
come to the same club that Andrea was working in. He had decided after less 
than a week and two miserable dates with other girls that he only wanted to 
be with her. He would have to persuade her that they were well matched and 
that they should continue going steady. 

As a song on the cassette ended, the room fell silent for a moment, and Tony 
waited for what seemed a long time. Then he heard strange noises coming 
through the doorway to the other room. It sounded like ... it was almost 
certainly Andrea's voice... but she was moaning and . .. well, it couldn't 
be, of course, but it sure as hell sounded like she was .. . was asking to 
be fucked! 

With a sudden outburst of rage, the college boy hurried to the open doorway 
and peered into the bedroom. The young athlete couldn't believe his eyes! It 
was Andrea all right, and she was kneeling nakedly on the bed while an older 
man fucked into her obscenely swiveling cunt from behind, and the younger 
man, Gary, the kid who had brought him here, had plunged his hardened cock 
into the young redhead's mouth! 

The double-crossing little bitch! Tony swore to himself, his dark eyes 
blazing with fury. He had tried for a year to persuade his girlfriend to let 
him fuck her straight, and after just one week away from him, here she was 
acting like a cheap prostitute with not one - but two men -- and one of them 
old enough to be her own father! 

While the young redhead's boyfriend watched in utter disbelief from the 
doorway, Mike Barton 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 throughly 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, Mike Barton shoved it forward, 
abruptly sinking it in up to his second knuckle. 

"Aaagggghhh!" the protesting redhead 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 manager's son in front of her 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 
lewldy buried middle finger. Mike Barton swirled his finger around inside 
the hot buttery passage of her rectum, working to expand and enlarge it for 
the greater thickness to come. 

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

Once again, the redhead's wetly clingling lips began sucking heartily at 
Gary'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 every nerve ending in her body. 

Andrea's boyfriend, Tony, could hardly 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, he switched his 
glistening cock from one opening to the other. On the outstroke, Mike 
Barton's pistoning penis had been in her gyrating cunt, and then, on the 
next instroke, it was ramming its way brutally up into the narrow confines 
of her virginal anus. His fingers tightened up on her naked shoulders now to 
hold her fastened to him, relentlessly battering into her narrow anal 
crevice, rushing up the tight nether passage until his stomach was pressed 
flat against her wildly jerking buttocks. 

"Oooooouuuuccchhhh!" the helplessly impaled young redhead screamed in 
protest around the heavily pounding cock in her mouth. She had never felt 
such a mixture of searing pain and mouth-filling pleasure in her life. The 
lust-rigid rod of flesh felt like it was splitting her tight little anus, 
tearing her unprotected rectum into thousands of pieces. She thrashed and 
bucked before his onslaught, her eyes bulging open in horrified fascination. 
She could see her tormentor's son's thickly-veined shaft protruding from the 
tangle of blond pubic hair in front of her face, endlessly fucking into her 
mouth. It was too much; she felt as though she were going out of her mind. 
Glued to Mike Barton's loins as if her anus were, a tight rubber glove 
fitting around his punishing cock, she could feel his throbbing hardness 
deep up inside her belly 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 her 
employer's cock slowly begin to stroke in and out, short and shallow at 
first, then gradually lengthening until the expanded glans at the end were 
moving from just inside her painfully stretched anus until the entire 
blood-engorged shaft was buried to the hilt. 

His mind reeling in confusion from the; lewd spectacle before him, Tony 
Emerson could not ignore the hot flames of lust spreading through his 
genitals, and his long hardening cock quivered and then jerked up to full 
erection inside his pants. How he'd like to be the one screwing the cheating 
little slut in the asshole, he thought. 

Then he watched the impossible happen. With a low snarling sound, like a cat 
in heat, the captivating young redhead began to rock gently along with the 
man kneeling up behind her wide-splayed 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-inflaming cock as she could 
up inside her anal passage. The shameless young girl was enjoying it! And 
her mouth sucked even more avidly at the wetly glistening penis slipping in 
between her lips. 

Behind her on the bed, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain 
and pleasure, Mike Barton 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. His sodomizing 
strokes pounded faster and harder against her eagerly upturned buttocks as 
she strained back to meet him, her deep mewling chant spurring him on. 

Gaping down at her ovalled lips ravenously sucking at his cock, the younger 
Barton suddenly jerked convulsively and buried his fleshy shaft in Andrea's 
moist warm mouth to the hilt. It felt 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. 

Andrea's cheeks inflated obscenely with the endless spurts of cum while her 
Adam's apple bobbed up and down with her desperate efforts to swallow the 
gushing jets. Her lips clung frantically to the wildly jerking shaft until 
finally it was over, and little by little the flow dwindled, and the young 
man's cock slowly deflated in her still-sucking mouth and slipped wetly out 
from her clasping lips. Thin sticky trails of white semen wove a lewd web 
from the depleted penis to her cum-smeared mouth. 

"Jesus!" Tony gasped out loud at the lurid sight. His thickening rod of 
flesh jerked wildly in his trousers as he watched his once-innocent young 
girlfriend raise her head from the bed to lick the last drop of obscene cum 
from the tip of the blond-haired boy's now limp penis. 

At the sound of his voice, both Mike Barton and Gary turned to smile 
triumphantly at him. 

"Come on, champ. There's enough for everybody," the older man encouraged 
him. The club manager locked both his arms around Andrea's narrow waist, 
pinning her writhing buttocks tightly against his pelvis. Then, with a 
sudden rolling motion, he turned over onto his back with the helpless young 
redhead still impaled on his lust-thickened cock sunk deep into her anus. 
Now Andrea's openly dilated cunt was nakedly exposed to Tony'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 high up on 
the older man's outstretched thighs, her knees bent up and out to the side. 
Immediately, she started pressuring her naked buttocks up and down again, 
using Mike Barton's sinewy thighs as a pushing point for her motions. 

"There you go, champ." the manager grunted thickly, "come on, what are you 
waiting for?" 

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 bouncing 
breasts. 

"Oh, God! No!" she gasped. My God! It's Tony! 

With horrified eyes, she watched as her former boyfriend grinned hatefully 
at her and slowly unbuckled his belt, while staring viciously into her wide 
green eyes. To the dazed young redhead, it seemed centuries instead of days 
since she had been a reluctant virgin with the handsome young athlete now 
undressing in front of her eyes. 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 . .. and after 
all the times she had refused Tony's pleadings! Tears of shame and regret 
began to well up in her eyes, and then through her blurred vision, she saw 
Tony climbing up over the foot of the king-sized 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!" Gary Barton goaded him on, a tiny 
grim smile of sadistic delight twisting his handsome mouth out of shape. 

Ignoring the mocking tones in the blond-haired youth's voice, and unable to 
resist the pinkly inviting moistness so nakedly exposed before his greedy 
eyes, Tony threw himself on top of the churning mass of feminine flesh. He 
crawled up over Andrea's wildly thrashing body and held his throbbing cock 
into position between her upraised thighs, lodging the swollen head in the 
wetly palpitating mouth of his red-haired girlfriend's pussy. Below his own 
penis set firmly in the tight pink cuntal mouth, Tony could see Mike 
Barton's rock-hard shaft ceaselessly fucking in and out of her wide-split 
anus. 

Then the young athlete balanced himself with both hands to spread out on 
either side of the two bodies beneath him, and with a sudden forward lunge 
of his aching pelvis, he drove his wildly throbbing cock brutally up into 
the expanding warmth of her open cunt. There was no resistance left inside 
the moist inner walls, and his long thick shaft of male flesh raced headlong 
up into the very depths of her soft white belly until he felt his spongy 
cockhead ram against the cushiony tip of her cervix. 

Andrea 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 boyfriend's waist. She had never been so utterly filled 
in all 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 her thin wall of flesh separating the entrances into her helplessly 
impaled body. 

Her left arm curled around Tony'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 testicles of both of the men 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, young Gary Barton had an erection jutting out from his youthful 
loins just from watching the obscene trio on the bed. He began slipping his 
hand in a slow and 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 Andrea's rectum and vagina. He could see the pink 
ridges of flesh sucking out after his father's thick-veined penis on the 
outstroke as though her tight little anus wouldn't let him go, and above, 
the fiery crimson curls of her pubic hair were clasping wetly around Tony 
Emerson's hard shaft of flesh as he fucked into her. 

The young redhead shuddered in ecstasy and crazily bucked her body up and 
down between her ex-boyfriend 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 own orgasm before, and now Tony's 
thickly expanding cock finished it for her, pounding with vicious fury into 
her defenseless cunt. 

"I... I'm cummmmmming!" she moaned, the tendons in her neck standing out 
like steel cables, her passion-glazed eyes staring up sightlessly at the 
ceiling. "Fuck me! Fuck harder . .. harder!" she cried out pleadingly. 

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 orgasmic 
secretions flooding wetly out around Tony's hard-driving cock to mingle on 
her buttocks with their combined perspiration. 

Spurred on by his girlfriend's twisting and thrashing underneath him, Tony 
shoved his throbbing cock deeply into the spasming cunt he had wanted to 
fuck for so long, screwing into her pussy with months of built-up 
frustration. And then he felt the hot waves of his sperm spurting up from 
his balls, jetting deep up into her clasping cuntal depths, a mind-rattling 
ejacualtion that went on and on inside her cum-filled belly. The young 
athlete groaned as though his very life were being drained from his body, 
and he held his wildly jerking cock sunk all the way up into her 
semen-soaked pussy, relishing the rotating of her hungry passage around his 
madly pulsing thickness. From Mike Barton's bucking below, Tony was tossed 
and bounced on Andrea'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, Mike Barton now quickened his 
upward thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was pumping 
into her tightly clasping 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 naked young body down onto him as he spewed his hot 
load of sperm into her crazily contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked 
like the firing of a machine gun, the hot viscous cum spurting out endlessly 
to fill her belly to the bursting point. 

At long last, the older man gave one last body-shaking lunge- and held the 
lewdly squirming teenager tight on his still rhythmically jerking cock. Then 
Mike Barton managed to move out from under the two bodies weighing heavily 
above him, and his deflating penis slipped noisily out of Andrea'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 young Gary Barton, who now frantically 
jerked the outer skin of his penis up and down and then shot a thick jet of 
semen out onto Andrea's seemingly unconscious face. The sticky white cum 
flowed into her crimson hair at the temples and then seeped down over her 
flushed pink cheeks and touched the side of her delicate nose. 

The four of them lay there in a tangled heap of exhaustion for long silent 
moments, breathing heavily from the strenuous efforts they had been making. 

At length, Mike Barton opened his eyes and caught those of Andrea Wade's 
boyfriend, and with a lewd winking girn, he said, "Looks like you've joined 
the club, too. The older women are going to love you." 


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