V-6055 Little Girls For Rich Men


FORE­WORD

 James Avery was one of the richest men in the world. Most of his wealth he had 
earned him­self through his great skill as a busi­ness­man and pro­curer of sexual de­lights. 
What he could not take over by fin­ance power or busi­ness­men, he never failed to ac­quire 
through the use of his unique harem. A man of col­or­ful sexual tastes him­self, he had 
learned the value of teen­age ap­peal as an aid in his pub­lic re­la­tions with other men.

 Al­though he had gone through count­less wo­men of all ages and types in his 
travels around the world, there were very few who could meet his de­mands for long, or in all 
the ways that he ex­pec­ted them to. When he fi­nally hit upon four­teen-year-old Tina, with 
his as­so­ci­ate’s help, Avery dis­covered that he fi­nally had a girl who could ad­apt her­self 
to every sort of sexual per­ver­sion, no mat­ter how wild it might be.

 But the strength and agil­ity of even one so young as four­teen could only be 
stretched so far on nat­ural tal­ent alone. And so Avery had her trained to the les­bian arts as 
well as ex­cit­ing com­bin­a­tions with other men and wo­men.

 The girl even­tu­ally proved her total worth when a second young­ster was brought 
into the fold, and Tina her­self un­der­took the lusty task of her com­plete se­duc­tion. From 
that mo­ment on, it was one tri­umph after an­other for the Avery team.

 And there was not a cli­ent or staff mem­ber that came in con­tact with the Avery 
ma­gic, who could not help but ad­mire the man, no mat­ter how much the man walked over 
them.


CHAPTER ONE

 The house that over­looked the Rivi­era was Tina’s fa­vor­ite of all the spots around 
the world that Mr. Avery owned. Al­though she had only been with him for the three months, 
she had already put in more fly­ing time than most air­line stew­ard­esses.

 If any­one would have told her that she, Tina Ed­wards, age four­teen, of Grand 
Rap­ids, Michigan, would ever team up with an in­ter­na­tion­ally fam­ous busi­ness ty­coon, 
she would have told them that they were crazy. Be­cause just four months ago she was still a 
stu­dent at that miser­able pa­ro­chial school, and three and a half months ago she was a 
run­away liv­ing off the street of New York City.

 That was where James Avery found her. Be­ing a girl of pretty fea­tures and a 
fig­ure that was def­in­itely sexy, Tina had man­aged to sur­vive on the streets with these 
things go­ing for her and little else. Most of the girls who hung out on the streets were 
pro­posi­tioned for pay, but Tina al­ways seemed to do a little bet­ter than the rest.

 Even the men who paid for her com­pany for the night sensed that her wits were a 
little sharper than the av­er­age. But even they didn’t know just how sharp. Be­cause Tina had 
the knack of act­ing as dumb as was ne­ces­sary for those poor weak­lings to feel like really 
big men.

 And when she came across a guy who had enough go­ing for him on his own, she 
could be the most in­tel­li­gent and charm­ing young lady they could have been lucky 
enough to find. Any­way, it wasn’t the av­er­age guy that went after a girl her age. Be­ing jail 
bait made the go­ing pretty dan­ger­ous.

 So the guy who took a chance on pick­ing her up had to be either the kind who 
couldn’t make it with his equal, or one of those who had been around so much that he was 
look­ing for some­thing a bit more kinky.

 Tina learned to re­cog­nized the signs of both right from the start. Guys like those 
were her meal-ticket, and find­ing the best pro­spects meant that she had a fuller purse at the
end of the night. The pick­ings were pretty easy on the streets of New York, and she had not 
known a single night of hun­ger or sleep­ing out in the rain.

 But then the law star­ted crack­ing down, and the young­est were the first to go 
into hid­ing as they had the most to lose. For run­aways, jail was not as bad as be­ing sent 
back home. She had taken great care to lose her wal­let and all other means of 
iden­ti­fic­a­tion. Still, things were get­ting kind of hot for her, and Tina was fig­ur­ing that it 
was only a ques­tion of a very short time be­fore they picked her up.

 And then James Avery came into her life. Or rather his as­sist­ant, Tim Robin­son. 
Tina wouldn’t have minded shack­ing up with Tim in the least. He was twenty-two, blonde and
built like a half­back.

 Be­fore she could even pitch him her line, he made it very clear that he was cruis­ing
on be­half of his boss. Mr. Avery, in his late thirties had spent so much time trav­el­ling all 
over the world, that he had come to feel he knew every kind of cunt there was on the face of 
the earth. Mar­ried three times, and a play­boy of in­ter­na­tional re­pute., it had been said by
cer­tain gos­sip colum­nists that James Avery was more of an ex­pert on sex than the late 
Kin­sey him­self.

 And the straight sex was all they really knew about. If the news­pa­per spies were a 
little bet­ter at their jobs, they might have dis­covered that James Avery had also tried a great 
many sexual per­ver­sions that most men would not dare. He un­der­stood that he had been 
feast­ing on the ban­quet of bod­ies so much and for so long that his tastes had be­come 
quite jaded.

 How­ever, now, as he con­tin­ued to travel the world over, keep­ing his mon­ster 
cor­por­a­tions run­ning, and his hun­dreds of cli­ents and cor­por­ate ex­ec­ut­ives high on 
mor­ale, he was also in search for him­self.

 He and his per­sonal staff never stopped look­ing for people and places that might 
provide a re­fresh­ing new kick for the man.

 Tina Ed­wards was his latest at­tempt. She had been ren­ted for the night. But as 
soon as she caught sight of Mr. Avery’s fab­ulous pent­house, and fin­ished her snack of 
cham­pagne and caviar, Tina was all for be­ing leased by the year. Be­sides the fact that he 
was ob­vi­ously rolling in dough, the guy was pretty good-look­ing and she liked the way he 
talked to her as if she were an equal. Not hav­ing com­pleted her edu­ca­tion had not kept 
the girl from read­ing everything she could get her hands on. And be­fore the night was over 
she thanked her lucky stars for all those books.

 Be­cause the con­ver­sa­tion she was able to hold with the man between 
nu­mer­ous rounds of sex, had bought her the first of all those plane tick­ets. They left for 
Acupulco the very next day, and she still knew very little about the man other than his name 
and his repu­ta­tion.

 Three months later, she had not learned much more. But she had found out one fact
that meant she must keep con­stantly on her ap­peal­ing toes. James Avery never stopped 
hunt­ing. And there was no way she could in­sure that she would be the only cunt in his life at
any given mo­ment.

 The best she could do in the hopes that she could re­main with him, was to roll with
the punches, and never give him any flack, even when- an­other fe­male threatened her 
po­s­i­tion. Even though she was not above typ­ical teen­age jeal­ousy, Tina had de­cided 
that it was bet­ter to be­come friends with some of the girls that looked like they might be 
around for a while.

 James liked that about her, and of­ten dropped girls who could not get along as 
well, in whatever coun­try they happened to be at the time. His wo­men came all col­ors and 
sizes, and their ages were just as var­ied. But so far, Tina figured that she was scor­ing the 
best, be­cause she had already seen more than a dozen broads come and go since she had 
been trav­el­ing with his staff. Many nights it would look like he had for­got­ten she was alive.
And the next night, the broad was gone and he would come look­ing for her.

 His reas­on­ing was al­ways the same. The other broads were ex­cit­ing, dif­fer­ent. 
But Tina was al­ways his fa­vor­ite little girl. Maybe some other broad would have been 
in­sul­ted at be­ing called some­thing like that, but Tina was smart enough to know that the 
man was not be­ing sar­castic in what he said.

 Her very ap­peal was her youth, and she knew it as well as he did. For this reason, 
Tina took great care to keep her face and hair in the young­est man­ner pos­sible. They 
al­ways proved such a start­ling con­trast to the sul­try, or the el­eg­ant older wo­men. 
How­ever exotic they may have ap­peared at the mo­ment, not a one of them looked as 
young and fresh as she did.

 But her face was the only part of her that came off look­ing so young and 
in­no­cent. For be­low that wide eyed, an­gelic ex­pres­sion was the hot body of a lusty 
young wo­man.

 Tina Ed­wards did not have to make be­lieve that she dug sex with a man. Be­cause 
she loved every bit of it, and there was never enough around as far as she was con­cerned.

 James Avery was quite a stud, and she never stopped be­ing amazed at how many 
times he could get it up in a night. As if that were not sur­pris­ing enough, she was just as 
amazed at how long he could keep fuck­ing her un­til she had to beg for mercy be­cause she 
had drained all the come out of her body.

 And here she had al­ways thought that su­per-studs stopped be­ing just that after 
they passed the age of twenty. Then she would re­mem­ber that she had heard the 
state­ment made by a boy of twenty, and she would laugh.

 Life wasn’t all that bad after all, es­pe­cially on the Rivera. Tina was damn sure that 
she could never have got­ten away with the bikini that she was presently wear­ing back in 
Grand Rap­ids. Back there it prob­ably wouldn’t have qual­i­fied as any kind of cloth­ing at all.

 The scar­let silk just barely covered the nipples of her overly large breasts, and the 
match­ing piece that was sup­posed to cover her bot­tom half didn’t even hide the outer 
bor­der of her cunt hairs. The blonde curls kept creep­ing out of the sides of the skimpy 
tri­angle of fab­ric, and after sev­eral at­tempts at tuck­ing in one side, only to see the same 
thing hap­pen­ing on the other side, she had given up.

 After all, who was she hid­ing from? James was con­stantly sur­roun­ded by 
body­guards, as well as sev­eral sec­ret­ar­ies and as­sor­ted ser­vants that traveled with him 
every­where. Al­though she had never seen any of them in the bed­room face to face when 
she was there with James, still Tina was sure that just about all of them had seen her mak­ing 
it with the boss at some time or other.

 And she was sure that there were cam­eras in her private bed­room as well. 
Any­one who stayed with the top man for any length of time was sub­ject to con­stant 
su­per­vi­sion. He had too much power and too many mil­lions to lose, and had learned from 
bit­ter past ex­per­i­ence that even the most in­no­cent of ladies had lar­ceny in her heart.

 Just the other day, a thirty-year-old wo­man they called Genevieve had been 
ad­ded to their happy little group. It had been said that she was trans­lator and busi­ness 
sec­ret­ary, but Tina knew bet­ter. The wo­man was far too beau­ti­ful for her du­ties to end 
at five o’clock in front of the of­fice door. Tim had men­tioned that she might be asked to 
stay- on with them, per­haps to tu­tor Tina in for­eign lan­guages.

 As far as Tina was con­cerned, she could pick up everything she needed to know on 
her own. But the or­ders had been handed down from the very top, and she knew bet­ter 
than to ques­tion them. Still, she did have some sus­pi­cions about the wo­man, but as yet 
was not too sure ex­actly what it was that bothered her about Genevieve.

 Just that short time spent on the streets had taught her the cun­ning of an al­ley 
cat. Genevieve was not like all the other wo­men she had en­countered in Mr. Avery’s life. This
one just might be around for a while, and she might mean trouble.

 But the nature of that trouble was still a mys­tery to Tina. Whatever it was, she 
would just have to be watch­ful, care­ful, and able to deal with it when it happened. The smart
four­teen-year-old did not fancy be­ing left alone in Europe, even though she had come 
across some in­ter­est­ing pro­spects for her­self.

 There were a few European men that had made their de­sire for young girls known 
to her. But not one of them had been wealthy enough to of­fer her the op­por­tun­ity that 
she had by re­main­ing where she was. If ne­ces­sary, she reasoned that the streets of Paris 
might not be all that dif­fer­ent from the streets of New York.

 Yet she would rather not find her­self in the po­s­i­tion where she was forced to test
that the­ory.

 “I was wait­ing for you in the house.”

 “So?”

 “So we were sup­posed to be­gin your French les­sons today.”

 “I’m sorry. Guess I for­got.”

 “That’s all right. I know how it can be with a young girl in a beau­ti­ful spot like the 
Rivi­era.” There was that sooth­ing tone in her voice. She soun­ded sort of like what Tina 
might have ex­pec­ted from her older sis­ter, if she had one. Try as she might, she really didn’T
hear any hatred in the voice. Maybe she was wrong about the wo­man after all.

 It could just be that Genevieve was the first one she came across that looked like 
she could keep Avery’s at­ten­tion for more than a few days. The other were out and out lays. 
This one had been hired on to the staff, so he must have seen some­thing in her be­sides a 
place to stick his prick.

 Tina could not help won­der­ing why the wo­man was be­ing so nice to her in that 
case. If she did have designs on her own spot with Avery, then she should have been 
any­thing but nice to the sexy young girl. Yet, since the first mo­ment that she had been alone
with her, she had be­gun to take care of many of the teen­ager’s needs.

 “I hope you had a de­cent lunch for a change.”

 “You don’t want me to get fat and ugly, do you? Or do you?”

 “There’s no need to speak cat­tily to me, my dear. I as­sure you that I only have your
best in­terests at heart.”

 “We’ll just have to see about that.”

 “Par­don me, Tina. I still don’t know who every­one is that seems to be oc­cupy­ing 
this es­tate. Who is that per­fectly beau­ti­ful young man? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tan 
that golden.”

 Be­fore turn­ing around to see if she could identify the name of what soun­ded like 
some gor­geous hunk of man, Tina tried to re­call if there could ac­tu­ally be a stud that she 
had missed siz­ing up some­where along the line. But that was im­possible.

 She never missed a prick, no mat­ter what the size of the body that be­longed to it. 
Even if the whole ap­pear­ance turned her off, she figured that it never hurt to look.

 But when she turned to look, the golden body was turned with its back to her. Still, 
it was not dif­fi­cult to tell that she had not seen it be­fore. And that was a shame, be­cause it 
looked like a really gor­geous hunk of man, even from the back.

 His brown hair had a red­dish tint to it, with golden flecks no doubt put there by the
sun. The muscles of his back and legs fairly bulged with virile good health, and Tina thought 
who­ever he was had the cutest ass she had ever seen. It was im­possible to tell from her 
angle, but she guessed that he just had to have a ter­rific prick, judging from the rest of him, 
and the self-con­fid­ent stance of his pos­ture.

 He was not one of Avery’s men. At least he wasn’t as of that morn­ing. She would 
never even have dared look so long at one of his men. At least not while they had the chance 
to catch her do­ing it. Avery didn’t mind her cast­ing horny glances at the cli­ents. In fact, he 
rather liked it, be­cause it kept the men in a peak of ex­cite­ment that had them sign­ing their
names all over the place. He had freely ad­mit­ted that his con­tract-clos­ing av­er­age had 
gone up quite a bit since the sexy teen­ager had got­ten on his team.

 Even the most civ­il­ized of gen­tle­men be­came no­tice­able turned on by the 
per­verse com­bin­a­tion of little girl looks and sexy wo­man’s body that they saw in Tina. 
And while many of them would not have dared to fol­low those base de­sires, still it did keep 
their ad­ren­alin up long enough to close some pretty big busi­ness deals.

 It this was one of Avery’s latest cli­ents, then Tina would be most happy to 
en­ter­tain him of course, she could go only so far as James would al­low her. Still, even she 
couldn’t be sure how long she would hold on to her faith­ful self-con­trol. He could hardly 
ex­pect a girl her age to be­have her­self forever. Tina knew that it was get­ting harder for her
every day, but she hoped that when the time came that she did fal­ter, he would put it off to 
child­ish fool­ish­ness and not simply throw her the hell out.

 So far she had man­aged to keep her private lust un­der con­trol when faced with a 
few guys that really turned her on. But this one, even from the back would not be easy to 
re­main dis­tant from.

 “Well, do you know who he it?”

 “No.”

 “Mr Avery’s wav­ing from up­stairs. I bet­ter get go­ing.”

 “Don’t worry. I’ll find out what his ac­tion is and then I’ll let you know. Hows that?”

 “I don’t hope you were be­ing sar­castic. Mr. Avery wouldn’t like you be­ing too 
fore­ward with one of his men.’ “Don’t go lec­tur­ing me on com­pany man­ners. I’ve been 
around this place a little longer than you have.”

 “I meant no of­fense.”

 “Why don’t you get the hell out of here. Your boss wants you.”

 “Be­ware, ma­demois­elle. I say this be­cause I find you very charm­ing. France can 
be a very lonely coun­try.”

 “Get-go­ing.”

 “Bon chance.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “Good luck. You’ll be need­ing it, whatever you do.” She was gone then, and Tina 
stuck her tongue out at the re­treat­ing fig­ure. The gor­geous ass was still stand­ing there. 
Tina had been star­ing at his back so hotly that she had to turn away for fear that her eyes 
would bum right through him.

 She tried to con­cen­trate on the pa­per­back she had been read­ing, but the male 
char­ac­ter in the story had sud­denly taken on the new man’s fea­tures. So she stared out at 
the wa­ter and hoped that some­thing would hap­pen be­fore the ex­cited ten­sion got to be
too much for her.

 Just then she felt a pres­ence stand­ing up close be­hind her. Tina took a deep 
breath but didn’t dare to turn around for fear that she would give her ex­cite­ment away. How
did they ex­pect her to act cool all the time when she was only four­teen-years-old.

 “So you’re the teen­age prodigy.”

 “What does that mean?”

 “They told me I’d find a sexy wo­man out here that would give me an in­stant 
hard-on. But I was to be care­ful, be­cause she was only a child in a wo­man’s body.”

 “So? Are you afraid of me?”

 “There is some­thing of the witch in you, is there not?”

 “That’s what I’ve been hear­ing ever since we came to Europe. The men here say 
there’s some­thing evil about a girl my age who can turn them on the way I do. But it’s just 
what comes nat­ur­ally.”

 “Maybe so. But I much prefer the su­per­sti­tion. It lends such an air of in­trigue.”

 “Are you hereon busi­ness?”

 “You might say that. Your Mr. Avery would very much like to get my name on a large
mer­ger con­tract.”

 “And you don’t want to do it.”

 “I didn’t un­til he sug­ges­ted that I wait out here for him. I am be­gin­ning to 
un­der­stand his strategy now.”

 “Will you be stay­ing with us long?”

 “If you had asked me that ques­tion this morn­ing, I would have said no, but now I 
think I will give your Mr. Avery a good run for my money. You un­der­stand my mean­ing?”

 “Yes. I think I do.”

 “Tell me some­thing, my dear.”

 “If I can.”

 “How old were you with your first man?”

 “Thir­teen and a half.”

 “And now?”

 “Four­teen.”

 “Amaz­ing.”

 “Now that I told you how old I am, did I scare you away? A lot of the guys get like 
that.”

 “No, you have not scared me away. In fact, I ad­mit that while I know how per­verse 
it is. I have some de­sire for you.”

 “Only some.”

 “Shall we leave it at that for now?”

 “Yeah. Maybe you’re right. Here comes Mr. Avery with Genevieve. Have you met her 
yet? She’s dy­ing to be in­tro­duced.”

 “Is that so?”

 “Yes. Who are you?”

 “I’m sorry. Here we are talk­ing about my de­sire to get into your bikini and you 
don’t even know my name. It’s George.”

 “Can I call you Geor­gie-Por­gie? Be­cause you sure look good enough to eat. 
Es­pe­cially now that I’ve had a look at your front.”

 “My front? Did you see some­thing that in­terests you?”

 “I cer­tainly did. But about the best I can do is be in­ter­ested. Those are the ground
rules around here.”

 “Your Mr. Avery has sug­ges­ted a cock­tail party for to­night. I ima­gine we can get
away with a little hand hold­ing?”

 “Now that is funny. I haven’t done that since my last dan­cing school formal. And I 
was twelve-years-old.”

 “Now, now. Re­mem­ber that you are sup­posed to be our little host­ess. Po­lite, 
gra­cious and noth­ing more.”

 “Thank you for re­mind­ing me.”

 “Don’t men­tion it.”

 “How about Genevieve now? They say she’s up for grabs.”

 “Then I’ll have to grab a little. At the party.”

 “Well, at least some­body’s go­ing to be hav­ing a good time to­night.”

 “I’ll take that as a com­pli­ment.”

 He left her then, walk­ing right up to Mr. Avery and en­ga­ging him in deep 
con­ver­sa­tion as if he had shown no in­terest at all in the ty­coon’s teen­age mis­tress. 
Genevieve was all but jump­ing up and down for the chance to talk to Tina.

 “Well, well?”

 “He’s horny as a sailor, hung like an ape, and he’s just crazy about you. Can’t wait for
a chance to rape you.”

 “You aren’t ex­ag­ger­at­ing just a little?”

 “Who me? I would never.”

 “Then we shall see, at the party.”

 “Oh, he’ll be there wait­ing for you. He told me so. Why don’t you play hard to get? 
I’ll bet he’d love it.”

 “My little dear, you may be right.”

 “I’m for the shower. Do we have to dress for din­ner again to­night?”

 “Did you plan to come to the table na­ked?”

 “Now there’s an idea.”

 Of course, Tina did know bet­ter. Tim, Mr. Avery’s as­sist­ant, and now Genevieve 
had been spend­ing a great deal of time teach­ing the girl the fun­da­ment­als of be­ing an 
el­eg­ant and gra­cious host­ess. But every so of­ten she would get mad­der than a hor­net, 
be­cause she could not un­der­stand how the big man could dig her so much be­cause she 
was a hot little kid, and then try to turn her into a grumpy old lady.

 But that night, as on all the oth­ers since she had star­ted shack­ing up with Mr. 
Avery, she put on the gown that he had ordered for her, and had her hair put up. Then she sat
at the din­ner table, used the right utensils, and drank all the right wines, mak­ing the most 
po­lite con­ver­sa­tion to the men seated on both sides of her.

 And those seats were al­ways oc­cu­pied by men. Mr. Avery saw to that. On this 
night, her job as host­ess was more dif­fi­cult than ever, with George seated so closely by her 
side. But she was care­ful about every word she used, and kept her body as ri­gid as pos­sible 
whenever her leg happened to touch his.

 By dessert, the strain fi­nally got to her, and she begged to be ex­cused for the 
re­minder of the even­ing. Mr. Avery and the other men at the table looked genu­inely 
dis­ap­poin­ted that she would not be hav­ing brandy with them. But Genevive was fairly 
burst­ing with hap­pi­ness.

 And leav­ing her to gloat in the midst of all the men, Tina went up­stairs and 
slipped into one of her bikinis. The private pool situ­ated on a high ter­race over­look­ing the 
tur­quoise Rivi­era, good for a mid­night swim. So she stole out the back door and climbed 
the rough hewn stairs all the way to the top.

 She could not help star­ing with won­der at the rhinestones glit­ter­ing so brightly 
in the vel­vet sky above her. Tina knew that it was the same sky that hung over Grand Rap­ids,
but see­ing it now over the Rivi­era made her doubt the very fact of nature.

 Mo­ments like those were so very pre­cious to a young girl. It was just that sort of a 
mo­ment that made Tina feel that she was the prin­cess out of one of her very own 
story­books when she was a little girl. And she had struck it even luck­ier than Cinder­ella 
her­self.

 Be­cause it had to be ma­gic won­der­land that she was presently resid­ing in. 
Ex­cite­ment by day and with Mr. Avery, and spec­tac­u­lar mo­ments alone un­der the 
glit­ter­ing mid­night sky were just too fab­ulous to be real.

 Gaz­ing one more mo­ment at the ma­gic above, and then down to the navy wa­ter
that twinkled in the pool, she sud­denly felt her­self over­whelmed with the de­sire to strip 
down totally na­ked, and dive right in there.

 Such an idyllic mo­ment might never come again. Step­ping quickly out of her 
scanty suit, she ran to the board and made a swan-like dive right into the warm 
Medi­ter­ranean wa­ter. Tina laughed and sang silly rhymes to her­self as she swam and 
frol­icked in the wa­ter.

 She could still re­mem­ber the crowded pub­lic pool back home, where girls wore 
one piece suits and bathing caps. A place where you were lucky if you had an inch of 
un­crowded wa­ter to stand in, much less swim around. And here she was, stark na­ked 
un­der a medi­ter­ranean sky, with an Olympic size pool all to her­self.

 Tina con­tin­ued to en­joy her­self un­til she began to feel her flesh get­ting 
shriv­elled. Then she climbed up over the side and lay with her back down on the jade green 
grass. It was hard to be­lieve that even the grass was real, with its vel­vety tex­ture against her
wet, bare flesh.

 Look­ing up at the stars on her back, she couldn’t help won­der­ing once again how
much of a stud that George might really be. Maybe Genevieve had the bet­ter job after all. 
Be­cause at least she could have her pick of all the men that Mr. Avery threw their way.

 If she man­aged to get George to fuck her, then there would be noth­ing Tina could
do about it. And she could even go from there to Mr. Avery him­self, and there would be still 
noth­ing she could do about it.

 At mo­ments like these, Tina began to won­der if hers was really the per­fect like. 
Oh, she was sure that any of the girls she had left be­hind to roam the streets of Man­hat­tan 
would have got­ten right down on their knees and licked her ass for the chance to change 
places with her.

 But they at least had the free­dom to change studs now and then...Tina of­ten felt 
that she was be­ing held there like a little china doll, to be played with at will, shown off at will,
and then put away in a closet un­til her owner wanted her again.

 She had known right from the be­gin­ning that Avery had taken her on as a 
nov­elty. But now her role as the child se­ductress was be­gin­ning to bore her. She wished 
that she could either be a kid, and plain en­joy all the fuck­ing she wanted, and with the prick 
of her choice, or that they would make her act all grown up and Avery would give up his other
wo­men.

 Monday in the middle wasn’t al­ways the best place to be. Whenever they would go
into town, or near the pub­lic beaches, she would watch the kids her own age with envy. Girls 
her age were be­ing real cock­teas­ers and get­ting away with it. And the boys were fall­ing 
all over them, do­ing hand­stands in the sand just to be looked at.

 It all looked so silly from afar, but how she en­vied them their free­dom to act like 
jerks if they wanted to. Maybe it would be worth risk­ing everything she had right then, just 
for one wild fuck with a stranger like George.

 But there was no use in dream­ing about it any longer, be­cause it wasn’t go­ing to 
hap­pen .At least not as far as she was con­cerned. Tina felt she had put out all the bait she 
dared to. If George was will­ing to risk the busi­ness wrath of a man like Mr. Avery, then the 
teen­age mis­tress of the man might just be will­ing to risk her ass.

 Maybe she could dream on for a little longer. As of the last course at din­ner, the 
deal had not been com­pleted. And that meant George would be with them for at least 
an­other day. A girl could dream couldn’t she?”

 Just know­ing that George was sleep­ing un­der the same roof made the night all 
that much more ex­cit­ing. It really was a kick in the head to ima­gine him steal­ing down the 
hall to her room in the middle of the night.

 He would creep up to her bed­side, drop his pants and present a huge hard-on for 
her dainty little hand to grab. And whose hand would grab it, but Mr. Avery’s. There would be 
a vi­ol­ent brawl, a knife drawn, or maybe a gun shot.

 And the battle would be fought, all for the de­sire of one Tina Ed­wards! With this 
happy thought in mind, Tina began to doze lightly un­der the stars. It was a per­fect night to 
be sleep­ing out there, with the grass be­neath her na­ked skin and the soft­est whis­per of a 
trop­ical breeze waft­ing over the sens­it­ive flesh of her na­ked breasts.

 She could feel her nipples tingling in the night air. It was sexu­ally ex­cit­ing just to 
be ly­ing out there in the nude, even if she had to do it alone. Sud­denly she found her­self 
with the im­pulse to do some­thing she had no need for ever since she left Grand Rap­ids.

 Tina put her hand to her cunt and began to fin­ger her­self very lazily. Her clit rose 
slowly un­der her girl­ish touch and she dreamed some more of mak­ing it with George.

 When she got to the part where he was just about to stick his big dick into her, Tina 
had fingered her­self to her first or­gasm, and as he began to fuck her, she went on to her 
second, and then her third.

 And they were three strong ones. But when the last had been com­pleted, and her 
body now covered in a thin film of sweat, Tina knew that she was still hungry for some 
dan­ger­ous ac­tion. If it was just a fuck that she wanted, all she had to do was pass her 
spe­cial sig­nal along to Mr. Avery, and he would fuck her un­til she couldn’t put her legs back
to­gether.

 But that was just like be­ing his wife. And she would be damned if she was go­ing to
be treated like some guy’s old lady be­fore she had even reached her sweet-six­teen. A girl 
her age was en­titled to a little dan­ger­ous ac­tion every now and then.

 If she were back home in Grand Rap­ids, Tina could be sneak­ing off into some 
base­ment or at­tic for a secret grop­ing ses­sion with some teen­age boy. Sure there was a 
lot to be said for fuck­ing right out in the open with a guy when you wanted to. But there was 
also a lot to be said for mak­ing it on the sly.

 Everything moved along so much faster, and it was all so much more ex­cit­ing 
when you never knew if you were go­ing to be caught right in the middle of it.

 “Don’t make a sound, or they’ll know we’re out here.”

 “How did you find me?”

 “I found you look­ing too sexy to be left alone in all this lovely moon­light. You’re 
just beg­ging to be raped.”

 “Come on and try it.”

 “Right here?”

 “Why not?”

 “My little darling. I still can­not be­lieve that I am even at­tempt­ing to have sex 
with you. It is so per­ver­ted and so very dan­ger­ous as it is. But to have my throat slit out 
here in all this moon­light........even I am not that in­sane or sui­cidal.”

 “Then what are you? Some kind of French peep­ing-tom?”

 “Do you be­lieve I only came out here to look at you?”

 “Maybe.”

 “Then come with me to the gardener’s shed, and we will see who just looks and 
talks.”

 “And who is all the ac­tion.”





CHAPTER TWO


Then George put his fin­ger to her lips to warn her to be si­lent, and he took her 
hand. As soon as her eyes ad­jus­ted to the dark­ness, she no­ticed that he wasn’t wear­ing 
much more than she was. His feet were bare, as was his chest. All he had on was the shortest, 
tight­est pair of cut down jeans she ever seen on a male.

 And judging from the huge, prom­in­ent bulge in his pants, there could not have 
been room in them for any­thing but his massive prick and balls. There wasn’t even the barest 
out­line of a pair of shorts.

 Tina felt her whole body tingling with wild ex­cite­ment. Her little fantasy was 
com­ing true. And if the part about them be­ing caught in the act had to come true as well, 
then she hoped that it wouldn’t hap­pen be­fore she at least had a chance to feel all that hot 
meat plow­ing into her.

 The moon was hanging right over their heads as they made their way si­lently to the
gardener’s shed. Tina found her­self ex­cited in just the way that she had been hop­ing. It was
the kind of teen­age ex­cite­ment that she had missed as a young kid.

 Al­most as if she were a new vir­gin, on the way to her very first fuck, Tina felt her 
hand trem­bling in his. As soon as they were un­der the pro­tec­tion of the shed, its glass 
win­dows covered with vines. George reached out for the girl and she fell into his arms.

 The first con­tact of their hungry bod­ies was made by George’s huge hard-on 
press­ing tightly against her ex­ten­ded cunt. He ground his prick against her crotch, and Tina
felt an in­stant thrill. There was no need for such ju­ven­ile pre­lim­in­ar­ies, but Tina knew 
that the older man was do­ing it just to her.

 Ac­tu­ally, it was even more than that. After the first few minutes of his teas­ing 
game, Tina began to won­der if per­haps he knew of her need to be treated as the child she 
was for a change. He was get­ting her worked up slowly that she guessed he must have made 
it with a few young girls in his time. And more than likely a few of them had been vir­gins.

 In her mind, and with such gentle treat­ment, she ac­tu­ally be­came such a vir­gin. 
She quivered with the fear she had first known when a stranger took her, and she had been so
sure that he would rip her body in half with a prick of such enorm­ous size. But since that 
time, she had known even lar­ger.

 Still, from the feel of the massive hard-on that was presently grind­ing against her 
na­ked body, Tina guessed that George was even more enorm­ous than any pricks she had 
en­countered so far. Just the hot fric­tion from the huge mound in his jeans was driv­ing her 
cunt into a wet lather.

 And now his hands had closed around the nipples of both her breasts, and they 
were rub­bing frantic­ally at them. Already aroused from her self-ad­min­istered pleas­ures, 
the throbbed erect un­der the more vi­ol­ent man­age­ment of the burly man. Sud­denly he 
closed two of his fin­gers against each one of them and tugged, caus­ing them to be­come as
agit­ated as pos­sible. Then he dropped his hands be­fore he could do any real harm.

 His hands traveled down half the length of her ripen­ing young body, stop­ping 
here and there to caress the curve of her waist, and then to clamp down on the lus­cious 
mound of her pu­bic bush. He rubbed it back and forth cre­at­ing a de­li­cious fric­tion, and 
Tina put her face up to his, need­ing a kiss so badly. As she opened her mouth, he stabbed his
wet tongue into her, while his in­dex fin­ger began to run up and down the line of her pu­bic 
slit.

 He moved back just long enough to pull down the zip­per of his jeans, and Tina’s 
eyes fairly glowed in the dark when she saw the huge thing be­gin to ap­pear in the 
moon­light. From where she stood, it looked like the biggest prick a man ever had to carry 
around.

 She wondered if her teen­age cunt would be able to handle all of it. Even if she did 
have some last minute fears, there was no point in her voicing them. Be­cause George would 
simply have laughed at her, and then be­gun to fuck her just the same. A girl couldn’t hardly 
come on as strong as she had with him, and then ex­pect any dif­fer­ent.

 Now his body was as na­ked as her own. Tina was con­sumed with the de­sire to 
rub her hungry cunt up against the shaft of the big, hard thing. His erec­tion was so in­tense 
that it stood up straight against his belly, and she could feel it press­ing hard against her all 
the way up to her waist­line.

 His first juices were already drib­bling out of the tip of it, and Tina thrilled to the 
sticky fluid that was be­ing rubbed into the flesh of her belly. George worked his hands 
around be­hind her, and dug his fin­gers into the soft white flesh of her ass.

 Push­ing from that dir­ec­tion, he soon had the tip of his prick rub­bing along the 
in­side fur­row of her cunt. And then Tina felt her­self be­ing bent back­wards un­til she was 
lowered gently to the ground. The shed was over­grown with moss, and Tina found that she 
was be­ing put down on a bed as soft and vel­vety as her own up­stairs.

 With her head rest­ing on a cush­ion of pot­ting soil, Tina closed her eyes and 
waited for the virile man to take her. She had pre­pared her­self for the as­sault of the big 
prick, and even for the pos­sible pain or dis­com­fort that it might bring on the way in. But 
what she got in­stead, was a very pleas­ant sur­prise in­deed.

 Be­cause George had be­gun with us­ing this hands in­stead of his prick. They 
mas­saged at her snatch un­til he felt her be­gin to tremble un­der his touch. And then to 
worked them hotly in­side.

 Tina had never been treated in quite that way be­fore. He was cer­tainly turn­ing 
her on, but so slowly that it bordered on some form of sweet tor­ture. She was quite aware of 
what he wanted to put her through, and while she did have some thought about re­fus­ing to
sub­mit to his tan­tal­iz­ing teas­ing, Tina felt her hips push­ing up against his hand just the 
same.

 Her swollen cunt spread wide open, and George now had a easy time of work­ing 
his’ thumb right up against her clit, and rub­bing it un­til the swollen little thing vi­brated 
un­der his touch. He wasn’t work­ing her over with just the one hand either.

 Her breasts were be­ing mas­saged in the same tan­tal­iz­ing man­ner. Soon her 
nipples be­came so sens­it­ized that they began to feel sore. The young girl could not 
re­mem­ber when she had felt so hot and horny, and es­pe­cially on so little stim­u­la­tion.

 As much as she en­joy­ing the pam­per­ing treat­ment, Tina wanted to do 
some­thing equally ex­cit­ing for the hand­some man. He was kneel­ing so close be­side her, 
that all she had to do was reach out her slender hand, and it im­me­di­ately closed around his
huge, throb­bing shaft.

 From its base, she pumped at it gently, and was amazed that one so large could 
be­come even big­ger at just her slight­est touch. Once again – she was a little ter­ri­fied at 
the thought of hav­ing the huge thing pushed into her. But as he con­tin­ued to agit­ate her 
own sex, she real­ized there was no way she would al­low her­self to leave that shed without 
first hav­ing her cunt feel the wild sen­sa­tions she was so sure that big prick could give her.

 To let him know just how she felt about it all, Tina worked her free hand un­der the 
base of his prick, and found there a pair of hairy balls that were as huge as the ones they used
for ten­nis. She bounced them up and down in the palm of her hand, and George 
re­spon­ded by his breath go­ing ragged, and the heat of his body rising up a few more 
notches.

 As her eyes were still closed, Tina opened them in sur­prise when she felt the 
weighty things be­ing lif­ted away from her. But she didn’t have to miss the massive things for
very long. Be­cause he had only moved away from her long enough to crawl between her 
wide­spread legs.

 “Fuck me, please.”

 “You really need it, don’t you?”

 “Oh, very much.”

 She was prac­tic­ally plead­ing with him from between her clenched teeth un­til she
felt the weight of his mus­cu­lar body drop down on top of her own. Sud­denly, the breath 
was knocked right out of her as he put the tip of his dick to her, and began push with all his 
might.

 He was breath­ing hard as he used all the forces in his con­trol to wedge the 
massive dick-head within the outer ring of her tight little hole. Once it was snugly in place, he 
worked slowly and tor­tur­ously to push an inch at a time of his heavy meat into her.

 It seemed even more mon­strous on the way in, than it did when she was merely 
hold­ing it in her hand. Tina felt as much of a strain with this big prick as if it were her first. 
Sud­denly her fantasy was an un­com­fort­able real­ity, and her body strained un­der the 
grow­ing dis­com­fort.

 Her body broke into a sweat as she forced her­self to bear up un­der the strain 
un­til she could feel that he had worked the ma­jor por­tion of the ri­gid tool into her.

 “Oooo­h­hhh!”

 “Am I hurt­ing you? Is it too much?”

 “No such thing as too much.”

 “You’re so in­cred­ibly tight!”

 “I know. I can feel it.”

 “Shall I stop for a while?”

 “No, no. Keep on go­ing. I can take it. I want to so much.”

 “Okay, then. Hang on. There’s just a little more.”

 “There noth­ing little about you, George.”

 “It must be get­ting bet­ter, with that sar­casm.”

 “Push! Damn you.”

 Tina grim­aced as George ap­plied more pres­sure than was ne­ces­sary to work in 
the last of his meat. He would have con­tin­ued to be gentle with her, if not for her break­ing 
out into ban­ter­ing sar­casm.

 She grunted now, and then felt the base of his prick smack into her, and then his 
heavy balls were rest­ing against her ass. As soon as he was fully in place, George picked the 
up­per half. If his body up on his el­bows, so that Tina could breathe a little easier.

 “You look like you’ve had it already.”

 “I’m as tough as you are.”

 “Really? Should I start fuck­ing you with my might now?”

 “Well?”

 “An­other minute, then?”

 “Give me thirty seconds.”

 “You’ve got it.”

 With his prick snugly into her, and him bal­an­cing his weight off her chest, Tina had
the time she needed to get con­trol of her breath. The pain of his first pen­et­ra­tion had 
been nearly un­bear­able, but it was dis­sip­at­ing new. It was amaz­ing how the memory of 
pain could fade so quickly.

 That very first time she had been fucked by an over­weight gi­ant of a man, she was 
so sore in­side and out that she thought she would never feel like her nor­mal self again. And 
then he had star­ted to stroke her with his big club of a prick, and the pain was gone. The guy 
hadn’t been much on length, but he was very wide around, and knew how to use it to their 
best ad­vant­age.

 He had worked his prick around in her tight little cunt, and soon had it stretched out
suf­fi­ciently to be­gin strok­ing her. And by the time he had shot his heavy load into her, she 
was de­li­ri­ously happy. Within twenty minutes the pain had be­come a dis­tant memory.

 But the prick that George was not wait­ing to fuck her with was every bit as wide 
around as that first man’s. And it was far longer than any other she had come across. He had 
hurt her like hell on the way in, more than she cared to ad­mit. It was fad­ing now.

 Still, she wished that he wouldn’t move quite yet. It was quite a kick just to have her 
in­sides as well stuffed as they were right now. But then, so slowly that she was hardly aware it
was hap­pen­ing, he had pulled back on his long prick, and then slowly, so tan­tal­iz­ingly he 
pushed him­self back in.

 There was no dis­com­fort, just the grow­ing edge of thrill­ing ex­cite­ment as his 
big dick awakened all the sens­it­ive nerves in her body. This time, when she felt his full 
weight against her chest, the pres­sure was wel­come. The hairs of his chest grazed against 
her sens­it­ive nipples, and drew them even higher up the height of arousal.

 Her heated body began to move of its own ac­cord, rising up against his and then 
grind­ing against him. When he began a down­ward thrust once more, Tina’s body be­came 
so hungry for the deep­est pen­et­ra­tion pos­sible, that she threw her legs way up in the air, 
and then closed her ankles around the small of his back.

 Every time that he smashed down into her, she could feel his heavy balls boun­cing 
right off her up­turned ass. In just a few more mo­ments, their com­bined ef­forts brought 
Tina to a crash­ing or­gasm. She dug her nails into the golden tan of his back, and drew 
blood.

 Then as her small body began to un­tense, she pulled her­self to­gether and 
star­ted to work along with her new lover. As it turned out, she was just in time, be­cause 
George no longer had the pa­tience to be gentle with her.

 Even as her body was still shud­der­ing in or­gasm, he had pulled back far and 
be­gun to fuck her hard and fast. Tina had just long enough to take a deep breath and start to
move her body as quickly as his.

 Soon they were fuck­ing as a team, work­ing a little slower un­til they had worked 
out a smooth fuck­ing rhythm, and then pick­ing up the tempo ac­cord­ing to their equal 
pas­sions.

 George had gone back to tak­ing long, hard thrusts, and as Tina was push­ing up 
against him with equal force, the sounds of their bod­ies smash­ing to­gether re­ver­ber­ated
through the shed.

 Her legs were still locked about him, and as they star­ted to fuck even harder, Tina’s 
body, be­came lif­ted right off the ground. Soon she was lean­ing only on the back of her 
neck, while her body was rocked to and fro from the vi­ol­ence of the fuck­ing.

 In just a few more mo­ments, Tina shuddered through her second or­gasm, and still
George con­tin­ued to fuck her. She was get­ting weaker with every thrust, and wondered if 
he would bring her to a third come which would knock her out with ex­haus­tion, be­fore he 
fi­nally let him­self go.

 Even though she was fight­ing hard for the strength to con­tinue work­ing him, Tina
could feel her­self weak­en­ing rap­idly. She was tired, close to the point of hys­teria, and still 
he con­tin­ued to fuck her.

 She came now for the third time.

 “Come, damn you.”

 “Had enough now?”

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

 He was laugh­ing as he made his few last thrusts, and this time he was there with 
her when she came. He grunted into the side of her neck and they clung to­gether 
des­per­ately un­til their mu­tual shud­der­ing ended.

 Al­though she could have put her legs down now, Tina con­tin­ued to hand 
sus­pen­ded in mid-air as she was. She felt as if there were a cloud for a cush­ion be­neath 
her. Nobody had fucked her quite like that be­fore.

 Some­thing was warn­ing her not to feel quite that good about it all. In her 
po­s­i­tion, she could scarcely af­ford a school­girl crush. Still George had made the kind of 
sexual im­pres­sion on her that could not be eas­ily for­got­ten. And here she was with just 
one or two more days to get as close to him as she could.

 Be­fore Tina had even col­lec­ted her­self suf­fi­ciently to get back up on her feet, 
her sly mind was ra­cing to­wards the pos­sib­il­ity that George might be an even bet­ter 
pro­spect than her own Mr. Avery. If she kept her think­ing to the cool and cal­cu­lat­ing side 
of her needs, then of course she should re­main right where she was.

 There were few men wealth­ier than Mr. Avery, and he was quite de­cent to her in 
every other way. But when she let her teen­age senses get the best of her, then there was no 
way in the world she was will­ing to let George leave the Rivi­era without her.

 How­ever it wound up by the time the private plane lif­ted off, of one thing Tina 
could be ab­so­lutely sure. The next forty-eight hours were cer­tainly not go­ing to be 
bor­ing. “How brave are you, George?”

 “As brave as I have to be, my little pet.”

 “Brave enough to buck Mr. Avery?”

 “Just what is in your lovely little mind?”

 “Go­ing with you when you’re ready to leave the Rivi­era.” Be­fore George took the 
breath to an­swer the agit­ated little girl, he pulled his now limp or­gan from between her 
twitch­ing thighs, and sat him­self up, lean­ing against the wall of the shed. Even in the dim 
light, Tina could tell that the man was def­in­itely not smil­ing.

 “Did I come on a little too strong?”

 “That my dear, is an un­der­state­ment.”

 “I hope I didn’t scare you. I guess I just got my­self fucked into quite a lather back 
there.”

 “I can see now why it is dan­ger­ous to make love with chil­dren.”

 “You sound like you’re sorry we did it.”

 “I am.”

 “Then you can go to hell, George.”

 “Now, now. Don’t be so up­set. It was a good fuck, a won­der­ful fuck. But you must
not cross Mr. Avery...”

 “Does he own you?”

 “Let’s just say that I have need of him.”

 “I guess that’s it, then.”

 “We shall see.”

 “That sounds just like what my father used to say whenever I would ask for 
some­thing. You really can go to hell.”

 Tina stamped out of the garden shed then, and went right up to the house. She did 
not even bother to go back for her suit. If George was go­ing to treat her like such a little kid, 
then she might as well go back to Avery. At least her fucked her into feel­ing like a wo­man.

 As she walked na­ked right through the en­trance hall the liv­ing room, she did not 
even bother to take no­tice if any­one re­mained down­stairs. A few of the guards and 
ser­vants were still work­ing in­vari­ous rooms on the ground floor.

 They looked up for just the second as they saw the na­ked teen­ager pass by. In the 
time they had been with Mr. Avery, the staff had seen far too many things oc­cur­ring in the 
vari­ous house­holds around the world to be shocked by one na­ked body, even if it was just 
four­teen years old.

 By the time the girl had gone up­stairs, no doubt to Mr. Avery’s el­eg­antly 
ap­poin­ted mas­ter suite , the same mem­bers of the staff saw George Cas­sis stomp­ing in 
through the ter­race en­trance on the way to his own guest suite.

 Al­though he had taken the time to put his jeans back on, and run his fin­gers 
through the messy tangle of his hair, the shrewd eyes of the staff mem­bers could eas­ily draw
their own con­clu­sions as to where he had been un­til the time that Tina came back into the 
house.

 Even situ­ations like these they had been enough of to be bey­ond the smirk­ing 
and even the whis­per­ing stages. A few minutes later, when they saw that no more people 
would be com­ing through the ground floor for the night, they straightened up and turned 
out the lights.

 For these seem­ingly do­mestic ser­vices, the staff was ex­tremely well paid. 
Es­pe­cially since the other ser­vices they per­formed were never seen by their em­ploy­ers.

 Tim went out to the garden shed, and turned off the tape re­corder, while the maid 
went out to the pool and picked up Tina’s clothes. The chauf­feur An­der­son had already 
taken out the film from all the cam­eras stra­tegic­ally loc­ated about the house and grounds.
These he took down­stairs to the base­ment dark room where he would work for a few more 
hours along with an­other mem­ber of the staff.

 Be­fore morn­ing came again to the Rivi­era, film would be pro­cessed and filed 
away, along with tran­scrips of the tapes, all un­der lock and key. Then the ori­gin­als would 
be sent off in the morn­ing to a place un­known to all mem­bers of the staff ex­cept Mr. 
Avery’s per­sonal pi­lot.

 Only an or­gan­iz­a­tion as big and com­plex as his needed the elab­or­ate form of 
inter-cor­por­a­tion spy­work that Mr. Avery had formed for him­self. So far he had found the
need to use tape and film only twice. And on each oc­ca­sion he had won for him­self a rather
huge new hold­ing.

 But Mr. Avery also had other meth­ods of get­ting his busi­ness com­pleted 
ac­cord­ing to his own lik­ing. He much pre­ferred less de­press­ing meth­ods than 
black­mail and threats. So he only re­sor­ted to them when all else failed. For­tu­nately for all 
con­cerned, this did not oc­cur very of­ten.

 Most of his other meth­ods were far more en­joy­able, for him­self as well as the 
other people in­volved. He had taken a lik­ing to George Cas­sis from the first, and re­marked
to his as­sist­ant that it would be a shame to em­ploy force with such a charm­ing French 
gen­tle­man.

 They had opened their busi­ness talks with the most con­ven­tional forms of 
ne­go­ti­ation, and when James Avery found the man to be a strong fighter for his side of the 
bar­gain­ing, he had gone on to the win­ing and din­ing stages of his busi­ness strategy.

 The man had be­come more talk­at­ive and prone to giv­ing in on cer­tain points, 
but all mat­ters had not been settled. From there they had gone on to the cock­tail party, and 
of this Mr. Avery still did not know res­ults. How­ever, he had a hunch that this sort of shrewd 
busi­ness­man was not eas­ily swayed by gour­met foods and the best cham­pagne money 
could buy.

 And so, Mr. Avery had thrown in his last ace short of black­mail, and was now 
wait­ing for the res­ult.





CHAPTER THREE


He was wait­ing up­stairs in his triple size bed after hav­ing his cus­tom­ary steam 
bath and mas­sage. The maid had left cham­pagne, a cold plat­ter of meat and cheese, three 
plates and three glasses.

 Now all the phones in the room had been turned off for the night, and he waited for
Tina. There was not the slight­est doubt in his mind that she would come to his room be­fore 
go­ing to her own. Young girls were so pre­dict­able when it came to mat­ter of the teen­age 
heart.

 “Well, my dear. Your out­fit is very be­com­ing.”

 “I was tak­ing a dip in the pool.”

 “Re­mind me to try it your way some­time. Judging from the glow about you, I 
would say it was quite en­joy­able.”

 “Yes, it was. But do you know what I would like now?”

 “Are you try­ing to sug­gest a nice rous­ing fuck?”

 “That’s it, Jimmy, love.”

 “Do you know that no other per­son in the en­tire world would dare to call me by 
such names?”

 “I guess that’s why you keep me around. I must shock that old ticker of yours into 
stay­ing young.”

 “Tell me now, how was he?”

 “How was who?”

 “Just how many of my din­ner guests did you fuck to­night?”

 “Why none! What are you talk­ing about?”

 “There’s noth­ing to be alarmed about. It was dif­fi­cult to tell how well it went from
the tapes alone, and the film is still in pro­cessing.”

 “Why, you creep. You’ve been spy­ing on me.

 “Is that any­way to talk to a man in my po­s­i­tion?”

 “Why not? You’re prob­ably go­ing to throw me the hell out of here any­way. So I 
might as well say whatever I want to.”

 “Now what makes you think you’re get­ting thrown out?”

 “You have to be kid­ding.”

 “A man like George Cas­sis is very im­port­ant to my or­gan­iz­a­tion. And whatever
makes him happy, makes me happy.”

 “You mean you’re glad he fucked me?”

 “Ex­actly.”

 “Man, you really flip my head out.”

 “If you can ac­cept mak­ing love with cer­tain of the cli­ents as part of your du­ties, 
then we shall all get along well to­gether.”

 “I sup­pose I can.”

 “Good. Then let me ring and we can all en­joy ourselves for the even­ing.”

 “And just who is all?”

 “Why, the three of us.”

 “Have you been up here all along, George?”

 “No, Jim had a talk with me down­stairs, and here I am.”

 Things were mov­ing along at such a dizzy pace now, that Tina began to won­der if 
there was maybe some­thing more in her glass than just cham­pagne. Be­cause she couldn’t 
be­lieve that she was ac­tu­ally stand­ing in room with two older men, who were in com­plete
agree­ment about fuck­ing her.

 And what was more, George was presently tak­ing down his pants and get­ting into 
the bed along with Avery. Even as she saw the scene of a triple fuck open­ing be­fore her 
eyes, she could barely ac­cept that she was ac­tu­ally the main char­ac­ter in the hot plot.

 James had thrown the cov­ers back as he moved all the way to his side of the bed, 
in or­der to make room for George, and then for Tina in the cen­ter. As the two men leaned 
back against the pil­lows, with their legs and their sexual or­gans stretched out be­fore them, 
Tina found that she was hard-put to de­cide which man was the sex­ier.

 There was much to be said about the older man’s more re­fined kind of sexu­al­ity. 
Tina had felt like a duch­ess whenever she was pinned down to the mat­tress. Money and 
cor­por­ate hold­ings were not the only tilings that Avery had picked up in his world travels. 
The wild and var­ied skills he ex­hib­ited on the sexual field of ath­let­ics proved that to any 
fe­male who was lucky enough to share it with him.

 The power that he held over his wo­men was not brute strength, nor did it have to 
be. Avery could eas­ily hold onto them through emo­tional au­thor­ity, as well as the strength
of the almighty dol­lar. His tal­ent in the sack was an as­sort­ment of unique and some­times 
per­ver­ted skills.

 But George had virile power of quite an­other sort. He was a big­ger man, and hung
like a horse. While he did not have the var­ied skills of Avery, George was a pretty mean fucker
in his own right. He was tough, hard-pound­ing and could out-fuck any three wo­men for the 
dur­a­tion.

 One thing was for cer­tain. The time spent in bed with the two of them could hardly 
be called bor­ing. Tina had only to walk to­ward the huge bed, and crawl in there between 
them.

 Tina could see that both men were already in a fierce state of arousal. She could see 
that they liked the idea of shar­ing her between them. No doubt, she could get the men to 
com­pete with each other for who was turn­ing her on more. Tiny was sure she was go­ing to 
have one hell of a time.

 George had his prick in hand, and was mas­sa­ging it con­fid­ently up and down, 
sure that Tina would just take one look at it, and go for his cock first. There was more to his 
de­sire than simple sexual con­quest over the older man. George felt that if he could show 
Avery up, then the man might be a little more mod­est across the con­fer­ence table in the 
morn­ing.

 Ac­tu­ally, he knew that he was go­ing to come out a win­ner whichever man 
proved to be the bet­ter stud, be­cause the teen­aged mis­tress of Mr. Avery was a joy to 
fuck.

 The space the two men had left for her was straight up the middle of the bed, and 
Tina had to crawl along the mat­tress on her hands and knees in or­der to get to it. By the 
time she got to about crotch level with the two of them, the men seemed to be fight­ing over 
the first chance for her with their eyes.

 She was aware of all the’ ten­sions passing back and forth between them over her 
head, but she was feel­ing so homy that it didn’t much mat­ter to her which one of them took
the right to first place.

 But the first move was very im­port­ant to the two men. Sud­denly, it was as if they 
were play­ing a game of hu­man chess, and she was the pawn. Be­fore Tina could even look 
up long enough to see which one of them wanted her first, she felt a strong, large hand at the
back of her neck.

 The hand be­longed to George, and it was push­ing hard un­til he forced her right 
down to the head of his ra­ging hard-on. In­stantly, Tina in­haled the pun­gent aroma of 
heated male flesh, and she felt her erotic senses reel­ing. The aroma of hot dick al­ways had 
the same ef­fect on her.

 While George had her se­curely at the back of the neck, he used his other hand to 
grab hold of her ripe young tit and pull at it, as if he were try­ing for milk.

 James Avery was gen­tle­man enough to al­low the male guest in his bed to take 
the por­tion of her body that he wished for the mo­ment. But he was also shrewd enough to 
think that there was no point in let­ting the rest of her go to waste in the mean­time.

 He moved him­self around un­til he was be­hind her. Run­ning one hand 
caress­ingly across the cheek of her ass, James stopped at the ap­peal­ing crack, and teased 
her a little from back there, un­til she spread her legs wide as her heat began to rise.

 When this happened, the older man had an easy tar­get, and one that was juicier 
than his first. As her legs had spread, she had un­con­sciously lif­ted her hips, so that the 
older man had no trouble at all mov­ing his hand right between her legs.

 From the first con­tact with her heated cunt, Tiny star­ted wrig­gling against Avery’s
hands. George’s cock was pressed against her lips, and all she had to do was move her face 
around in a circle to get the en­tire head of his prick nice and slick with her teen­aged saliva.

 George was start­ing to turn on like mad, and Tina dar­ted her tiny tongue all the 
way out, start­ing to lick the shaft of his prick from the top, and then work­ing her way down 
to the hairy root of it all. At first, George was con­tent to let her go along as she was. But then 
he got rest­less.

 “Start suck­ing now.”

 “Maybe I don’t want to.”

 “The man said suck, Tina. He’s our guest.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Then get to it.” Du­ti­fully, the young girl opened her mouth wide, and went right 
down un­til the en­tire length of the big prick was en­cased by the in­side of her mouth, and 
she closed her lips around the throb­bing shaft of it. She was all set to con­cen­trate all her 
at­ten­tion on suck­ing, when Avery sud­denly put three of his beefy fin­gers to­gether, and 
pushed them deeply into her pas­sion-soaked cunt.

 As if she were not moved to suf­fi­cient pas­sion, Tina was now out of her head with
fury. With Avery do­ing fant­astic things to the in­ner work­ings of her cunt, Tina ground her 
body away at his hand.

 She sucked George’s prick as deeply into her mouth as her throat would al­low, and 
then began to shud­der with wild de­light, as Avery moved his thumb up and began to work 
over her already agit­ated clit. Only by the greatest force of the young girl’s con­cen­tra­tion, 
was she able to keep her mouth work­ing on what was hap­pen­ing in front of her, and her 
body work­ing with what was hap­pen­ing be­hind her.

 The two men were grunt­ing and groan­ing, but nowhere near as heav­ily as Tina 
was.

 “I do be­lieve we’ve got­ten the best of our little girl,” said Avery.

 “Do you think she’s earned a rest?”

 “Hardly. You know, when you stop to think about it, we’re really do­ing her a fa­vor.”

 “Yes, he’s really learned quite a few more tricks than most wo­men.”

 “Or any wo­man!”

 “How true. She really is quite lucky.”

 “Look you two, if you’re in the mood for some heavy con­ver­sa­tion, I can phone 
down for brandy and ci­gars.”

 “Would you like some­thing long and thick in your mouth?”

 “Not a ci­gar.”

 “Then how about some­thing else?”

 “You’ve got me there, James.”

 “Then al­low me to show you some­thing I picked up in the Middle East. Men there 
aren’t nearly as shy as Amer­ican men about hav­ing their bod­ies touch.”

 “I wouldn’t miss this op­por­tun­ity for the world.”

 “Lie down on your back, and I’ll take care of the rest.” What the ec­cent­ric 
mil­lion­aire did next was to lie face down on top of his po­ten­tial cli­ent’s body, and wriggle 
along it un­til both sets of male sex or­gans were ly­ing one on top of the other.

 From her po­s­i­tion on her knees be­hind the two men, Tina had an ex­cel­lent 
view of the double load of cock that was now wait­ing for her. The bird’s eye view she had was
rather fright­en­ing. Both cocks were on the overly large size, and she wondered if she would 
be able to man­age the two of them at the same time.

 She couldn’t be sure un­til she had given it a try. Still, she had to ad­mit that the 
pos­sib­il­ity was an in­ter­est­ing one.

 “Think you can do it?”

 “Both at the same time?”

 “Any whore off the streets can handle one at a time. We want to see if you’re really 
as spe­cial as we think you are.”

 “Let me see what I can do here.”

 Ac­tu­ally, Tina wasn’t as con­fid­ent as she was try­ing to sound. She took one 
prick up in each of her hands, and tried to rub them to­gether. Just get­ting them in line with 
each other was a sin­gu­lar achieve­ment, as they were both rock hard, and dif­fi­cult to bend.

 But fi­nally, she got the shafts to rub against each other, and when she squeezed 
the tips, she was pleased to see that their juices were run­ning over. The sight of those 
glisten­ing pricks was too mouth-wa­ter­ing for her to ig­nore any longer.

 It was not ne­ces­sary for the men to of­fer any fur­ther en­cour­age­ment. The 
double trickle of pas­sion juices was all the in­spir­a­tion she needed. Tina put her face down 
to the pair of hard pricks and star­ted to lick first across the top of the two of them.

 Then she went up the side of one, and down the side of the other.

 They were both start­ing to leak now, and Tiny had too great a re­spect for the male
or­gan, to let any of those pre­cious juices es­cape. Quickly, she dar­ted her tongue out and 
licked up every bit of it, let­ting the drops of pre­cious mois­ture dance on her dainty little 
tongue- be­fore let­ting them roll down to the back of her throat.

 She was still hold­ing tightly to the both of them, and un­con­sciously began to pull
at their meat while she con­tin­ued to lick. Even though her eyes were closed, she could feel 
the way the two lust­ing men were quiv­er­ing with the in­tens­ity of their pleas­ure.

 “Stop now.”

 “I thought you were lik­ing it.”

 “Maybe a little too much. I don’t want to shoot like this.”

 “How about a sand­wich?”

 “Ex­cel­lent idea!”

 “Wait a minute. I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about and I have a feel­ing I 
should be get­ting scared right now.”

 “Do as you’re told.”

 “Oh, all right.”

 “Stay down there, George.”

 “Okay.”

 “Now, you get up on his belly and take your­self a nice ride on that big hard-on of 
his. Does that sound so aw­ful?”

 “Not at all.”

 “Then get up there.”

 Tina re­covered from her fears now, and hopped up on top of George’s prone body.
His hard prick was stand­ing straight up at at­ten­tion, and he eas­ily put her legs on either 
side of his body.

 Then she slowly began to lower her­self down on the massive weapon, spread­ing 
the lips of her cunt on the way down. George helped her along by hold­ing his prick at the 
best pos­sible angle, and then push­ing his hips up­ward to meet her stead­ily ad­van­cing 
cunt. “Oh­hhh.”

 “Goes nice and deep that way, doesn’t it?”

 “Thank you, sir.”

 “Don’t men­tion it, Tina.” There was no time left for plat­it­udes, as Tina began to 
grunt heav­ily un­der the rising pres­sure against the walls of her cunt. The prick was more 
than halfway into her now, and every time she bounced down on it, she could feel it stab into 
her even fur­ther.

 Seconds later, she was boun­cing up and down on the gor­geous man’s mus­cu­lar 
belly, and de­li­ri­ous with in­sane pleas­ure. It was mar­velous to her, to be able to con­trol 
how deeply she wanted to be pen­et­rated at any given mo­ment. Yet it seemed that every 
time she went down on it, all she wanted was to have the huge thing ram her all the way into 
her guts.

 Avery had moved all the way to the side, al­low­ing the couple un­der his 
dir­ec­tion to have a free hand at get­ting them­selves into po­s­i­tion. But as soon as it 
be­came ap­par­ent that they were hav­ing no trouble at all with this ex­cel­lent new method 
of fuck­ing, he de­cided that it was time for him to get back into the act again.

 His cli­ent and his mis­tress had be­come so en­grossed with what they were 
do­ing, that they scarcely seemed to no­tice that he was still in he room with them. But Tina 
was go­ing to be re­minded of his con­tin­ued pres­ence in a very start­ing man­ner.

 He was bey­ond the girl and had his prick in place between the cheeks of her ass 
be­fore she even knew what was hap­pen­ing to her. Avery got close be­hind her on his 
knees, and then waited quietly for the right mo­ment.

 It came when Tina had pushed her cunt so far down on George’s prick that she 
could lay her face against the hol­low of his neck, and rub her nipples tan­tal­iz­ingly against 
his hairy chest.

 Avery moved quickly now, hold­ing his stiff weapon tightly between the up­turned 
cheeks of the girl’s ass.

 With two fin­gers, he found the ex­act open­ing to her as­shole, and began to push 
deeply into her be­fore Tina was even aware of his per­ver­ted in­ten­tions. In fact, the grossly
swollen knob of his big prick was already wedged into the tight outer ring of her rectum 
be­fore she felt the tre­mend­ous pres­sure and cried out in alarm.

 “What are you do­ing?”

 “Fuck­ing your sweet little ass.”

 “No!”

 “You’re a little late, my dear.”

 With that, he pushed the rest of his hot meat so far into her that the girl was pushed
flat across the other man’s body. Avery could have lost his way in by the back door just then, 
but he was a fast mover, and went for­ward, right along with the girl’s body, stay­ing tightly 
within her.

 And when she was pressed so flat that she could not go any fur­ther, Avery star­ted 
to stroke her as­shole. Tiny screamed from the sud­den, aching pain that she felt burn­ing all 
the way up her rear end.

 But she felt her­self hor­ri­fied for only a minute. The young girl sud­denly be­came 
aware of the won­der­ful sen­sa­tion of two pricks in her body, one rub­bing against the 
other. Her bot­tom was hor­ribly stretched, fore and aft, and the tre­mend­ous pres­sure 
within was nearly un­bear­able.

 Still, the pain was be­gin­ning to ease some­what, and Tina couldn’t quite make up 
her mind if she hated it or loved it.

 There didn’t seem to be any com­fort­able in-between sen­sa­tion. Both men were 
aware of her hes­it­a­tion, as she had stopped mov­ing in the dir­ec­tion of either one of 
them. But the situ­ation was far too ex­cit­ing for all con­cerned to waste any of it on a young 
girl’s anxi­et­ies.

 Avery had thought of try­ing this par­tic­u­lar po­s­i­tion ever since he had tried it 
in the Middle East. Then, too, there had been a young girl sand­wiched between him and one 
of his as­so­ci­ates. But the girl at that time had been trained as a sexual en­ter­tainer ever 
since she was eight years old, and she took the po­s­i­tion eas­ily.

 When he had com­pli­men­ted his host on the in­vent­ive pleas­ure he had treated 
Avery to, he com­men­ted about bring­ing the new en­ter­tain­ment back to the states. But 
the man had warned him not to try it with an older wo­man. They simply were not agile 
enough to take on two men in such a way and give them any kind of re­sponse with her own 
body. That was, of course, if he could even find a ma­ture wo­man agile enough to get the 
two pricks into her in the first place.

 Now Tina had pro­gressed far enough in her sexual train­ing to try it with. Avery 
had big plans for her, provided she could make the grade in everything he wished to teach 
her. It was try that she didn’t have much of an edu­ca­tion, or many of the so­cial graces, but 
all that could be provided.

 He could not teach her to be pas­sion­ate, or sexy. These were qual­it­ies she would
have to ex­hibit for her­self. Avery had been look­ing for years for just such a teen­ager, 
pos­it­ive that she would be an in­valu­able as­set in his busi­ness en­ter­prises.

 The girls he had come across un­til now had either been too greedy or far to 
awk­ward to bother with. Tina, on the other hand, seemed to be con­tent as long as she 
lacked for noth­ing ma­ter­i­ally, and was not left alone long enough to be bored.

 She had never asked for cash, or any sort of prop­erty to be put in her name. And 
yet, she was cer­tainly in­tel­li­gent enough to be aware of what gains her po­s­i­tion with the
im­mensely wealthy man could get her.

 It was greed that had thrown many an older wo­man by the way­side, and lazi­ness 
that had done the same for many of the teen­agers.

 Avery was very ex­cited to be in Tina’s ass now. And it was not simply to be fuck­ing
such a young girl in such a per­ver­ted way that had him fly­ing in his senses. All his in­stincts 
were telling him that this girl was show­ing great flair and the kind of ad­apt­ab­il­ity to new 
situ­ations that he re­membered in him­self when he was a teen­ager.

 The man had made his mil­lions on his own. Of course, he did have the good 
for­tune of the best back­ground, and edu­ca­tion. But he wasn’t ex­pect­ing the girl to 
de­velop into a busi­ness ty­coon. He would be more than sat­is­fied if she could just hold her
own in keep­ing the busi­ness con­tacts hap­pily in­ter­ested, and him­self from feel­ing old 
and jaded.

 All these ques­tions he felt would soon be answered, pos­sibly by the time that the 
triple fuck was over. And there was the ad­ded bo­nus of George Cas­sis be­ing stun­ningly 
en­ter­tained, and hope­fully put into the proper frame of mind to be in fa­vor of the 
busi­ness deal.

 For all these reas­ons, Avery felt like the con­quer­ing hero of old, about to em­bark
on one of his greatest tri­umphs. Be­neath the two of them, George was hold­ing the girl in 
po­s­i­tion as he began to push his prick up and down into her gap­ing cunt.

 The girl really began to fly on a wild thrill of sexual ex­cite­ment, and aban­doned 
her­self to it com­pletely. She stretched her legs out from her present cramped po­s­i­tion, 
and began to grind her body in a cir­cu­lar man­ner across the big man’s belly. Soon she was 
feel­ing the hard thrust of his massive weapon go­ing in and out of her slit as well as along 
the grooved walls of her va­ginal bar­rel.

 It as the kind of erotic sen­sa­tion that had her higher than any al­co­hol or drugs 
could pos­sibly send her. This fact was yet an­other reason why the multi-mil­lion­aire was so 
fond of his latest pro­tege. He had seen what the other two vices could do to some of his 
girls. But the vice on in­tense sexu­al­ity was one that he could use to his own best 
ad­vant­age.

 And so, as the girl threw all she had into the fuck, Avery moved down with the 
thrusts of the other two, feel­ing her wig­gling ass cheeks against the sides of his throb­bing 
pole. In one tre­mend­ous thrust, he plowed all the way into her in­cred­ibly tight hole, and 
felt her rectal muscles clamp tightly against him.

 For a few seconds, his prick felt as if it had been im­bed­ded into the tight­est 
pos­sible vise.

 But then she re­laxed just enough to give him free­dom of move­ment, and he 
heaved a sigh of re­lief. He moved his arms around the top por­tion of her body un­til they 
met in front of her breasts. And these he rubbed, much to her de­light.

 Tina was now far too high on the lad­der of her sexual ex­cite­ment to feel any 
dis­com­fort at all. Soon she was fuck­ing along with the two of them, and both men felt the 
wild new kick of hav­ing their pricks rub against each other, while they barreled into the 
young girl’s body.

 It was as if someone was mas­turb­at­ing them at the same time that they were 
fuck­ing. Neither of them could re­mem­ber a thrill quite as in­cred­ible as the one they were 
presently en­joy­ing. And the men knew their own lim­its well enough to real­ize that a fuck 
as sen­sa­tional as this one could not go on for very long.

 They began to fuck Tina hard and fast from both dir­ec­tions. Tina felt her­self 
go­ing from one or­gasm to an­other, and yet her body seemed to be con­stantly climb­ing 
to­ward the next one, which was al­ways more in­tense than the one be­fore it.

 She found that even the cock up her ass was a tre­mend­ous source of pleas­ure for
her. As the man be­low her sent his prick even deeper into her cunt, she pressed her mouth to
his, and pushed her tongue between his pant­ing lips. She was groan­ing non-stop now, and 
sensed that the or­gasm com­ing upon her now would be so furi­ous that it would knock her 
right out.

 She wanted it so very badly, and yet she fought it with all her might. But them men 
would not co­oper­ate by slow­ing down even the slight­est bit. An in­stant later, her body 
was wracked from head to toe with a crash­ing or­gasm. Dur­ing the mo­ments of its greatest
in­tens­ity, Tina lost all con­scious­ness.

 And when she awoke, she was still com­ing. She screamed and clawed at the man 
be­low her, kick­ing her feet up against the back of the man on top, as if she were strug­gling 
to get the last bit of sexual vi­ol­ence out of her. But still her body con­tin­ued to let loose 
with yet an­other tor­ren­tial flow of her fem­in­ine juices.

 All that wild mo­tion proved to be too much for George’s self-con­trol, and he 
ex­ploded in a boil­ing stream of white hot come straight up and into the deep­est re­cesses 
of her cunt. The force of it put him into such a daze that he only came back to his senses when
he felt the wind be­ing knocked right out of his chest by the down­ward crush of James Avery.

 The older man gasped word­lessly, as all his strength went into the on­rush of his 
or­gasm. He was pressed into the girl’s as­shole as far as he could go, and Tina could feel him 
com­ing all the way into her gut. So could George, by the down­ward press­ing of both 
bod­ies against him. Still glow­ing from his own re­lease, he felt that the other part­ners in his
latest sexual es­capade were en­titled to the same glory.

 So he pa­tiently waited for them both to calm down suf­fi­ciently to. Re­mem­ber 
that there was a liv­ing man un­der them, and not a mat­tress. Even though he was hav­ing 
trouble get­ting air into his lungs, the situ­ation was still not without hu­mor.

 “Hey, you two!”

 “Yes, what is it?”

 “Re­mem­ber me?”

 Then the three of them began to laugh, as they rolled and tumbled into sep­ar­ate 
por­tions of the mat­tress like a group of ac­robats. Avery reached for the cham­pagne and 
snacks and the three of them res­ted against the head­board, while they re­covered their 
senses.

 Tina was fast asleep between them by the time the two men fin­ished their brandy 
and ci­gars. So she was not aware that they had gone on to dis­cuss­ing busi­ness and 
con­cluded a deal be­fore she awoke in the morn­ing.

 But their mood was in­deed fest­ive when morn­ing came. Both men were at the 
table be­fore she got there. Tim was at. Avery’s side, passing pa­pers and pens from one man 
to the other. It was then that she real­ized that she had been some­how able to ac­com­plish 
what the two men could not agree on without her.

 She couldn’t help won­der­ing all through break­fast if Avery knew from the start 
how it would all turn out. Well, even if he had to re­sort to some pretty un­der­han­ded tricks,
to get her into he kind of mood that would al­low suck kinky activ­it­ies, she felt she still had 
the right to be proud of what had been done, thanks to her per­sonal ef­forts.

 Just how hard she had worked to­ward the sign­ing of that con­tract could be felt 
right in the seat of her pants. She was still sore, and could barely re­frain from rub­bing her 
ass as she tried to re­main still in her seat dur­ing the meal.

 Every now and then, when she thought no one was look­ing at her, she would 
wriggle around in the hopes that the vel­vet up­hol­stery would some­how soothe the 
sore­ness. The only one to no­tice was Genevieve who took in­stant no­tice of the source of 
the girl’s dis­com­fort and smiled know­ingly to her­self.

 It would seem that Mr. Avery’s latest plan in the girl’s erotic de­vel­op­ment had 
been suc­cess­fully ac­com­plished. And so, with his per­mis­sion, Genevieve would be able to
take the next ex­cit­ing step with the girl.





CHAPTER FOUR


That very same day, George and Mr. Avery took a flight out of the Rivi­era, and left 
the girl in care of Genevieve. James had left spe­cific in­struc­tions that Tina was to fol­low 
everything the older wo­man told her to do, to the let­ter.

 Tina had as­sumed that this was in ref­er­ence to her stud­ies and the so­cial 
graces. It wouldn’t be all that bad, she told her­self. When a girl was tak­ing her les­sons 
un­der the sun in a bikini, with mar­tinis and ser­vants by her side, get­ting an edu­ca­tion 
was not all that pain­ful.

 Still, it bothered her that she had been left be­hind on his trip. In the past, Mr. Avery
had taken her along, even on short hops. If she had any fears that she was be­ing left be­hind 
per­man­ently, she quickly put them out of her mind.

 From what she had been able to gather from Genevieve, there was still a great deal 
more busi­ness to be con­cluded from the headquar­ters at the villa, and Mr. Avery would no 
doubt be back in a couple of days, as he had prom­ised.

 Tina still looked a bit ap­pre­hens­ive, and so Genevieve had shown her the guest 
list that she was mak­ing up for the cock­tail party for the night of Mr. Avery’s re­turn. Once 
the girl saw the cham­pagne or­ders and the menus, she fully re­laxed.

 But by the second day, Tina was grow­ing in­creas­ingly rest­less. She stretched out 
on the chaise lounge on her private ter­race, loc­ated out­side the French doors lead­ing to 
her bed­room, and tried to read the French text­book that Genevieve had left her to study.

 It wasn’t all that dif­fi­cult, and she really wanted to learn the lan­guage, as France 
was her fa­vor­ite coun­try, but this last day with no sex and very little to do was leav­ing her 
with no am­bi­tion to study.

 No mat­ter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t con­cen­trate on the book. Her 
mind kept go­ing back to the night when the men had used her as a hu­man sand­wich. She 
had gone through so many dif­fer­ent feel­ings on that oc­ca­sion. All the way from fear to 
the highest ex­ulta­tion. And when morn­ing came, there was the pride of know­ing that she 
had aided her be­ne­factor in land­ing a very large ac­count.

 Still, there was a gnaw­ing doubt in her mind about the se­cur­ity of her po­s­i­tion 
with the man. Genevieve was still with them, and while Tina had not seen any signs of 
grow­ing in­tim­acy between the older wo­man and Avery, still she could see that they shared
some kind of a secret.

 No mat­ter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t fig­ure out what that bond 
between them con­sisted of. Fi­nally she gave up on the book, and let it slip out of her hand 
as she fell into a light doze. She had no slept all the night be­fore, be­ing un­ac­cus­tomed to 
sleep­ing alone.

 What even­tu­ally awakened her was the prick­ling sen­sa­tion in her skin that 
someone was stand­ing close to her. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was 
look­ing up at the smil­ing face of Genevieve, clad only in a tiny white bikini.

 “Was the book a bit too heavy for today?”

 “Can you blame me? Look at that sky and the wa­ter.”

 “I quite agree. I came out here for a bit of it my­self.”

 “And maybe to check up on me while you’re at.it?”

 “I ad­mit that watch­ing after you is part of my job. But I do like your com­pany, 
very much, my dear, so it isn’t hard work.”

 “I don’t know about you.”

 “Any­thing in par­tic­u­lar?”

 “I wish I could be sure.”

 “Ask me any­thing you like. Un­less you do, this will al­ways bother you. Per­haps 
these doubts of yours are the reason we can­not get along a bit bet­ter.”

 “Are you hav­ing a thing with Mr. Avery?”

 “Hardly, my dear.”

 “What’s so funny? Why are you laugh­ing like that?”

 “Be­cause Mr. Avery would never de­sire a wo­man of my sort.”

 “Just what the hell is that sup­posed to mean?”

 “I thought you had found out about me by now.”

 “I guess you can see that I haven’t. Try­ing to fig­ure you out has been bug­ging me
ever since you got here.”

 “Then it’s time to tell you I’m a les­bian.”

 “You have to be kid­ding. You’re a dyke?”

 “Dyke is not a very kind word. I do not dress in men’s clothes, nor do I go about 
beat­ing up young girls.”

 “I would never have guessed it.”

 “Per­haps you had some other im­age of what a les­bian would be like.”

 “I cer­tainly did. While I was hanging out on the streets, there were a few dykes who 
wanted to take up with me. But they were noth­ing like you. Noth­ing at all.”

 “Per­haps too harsh? Too vul­gar?”

 “Yeah, too much like men, but in all the worst ways.”

 “Now you can see, my dear, that you still have so very much to learn about how it is 
with the world.”

 “Don’t you ever want to make it with men?”

 “I do, as you put it, make it with men from time to time. But I learned very early in 
life that a stiff or­gan is not the only source of a wo­man’s pleas­ure.”

 “Hey! You weren’t think­ing of giv­ing me a first-hand les­son?”

 “Not if you didn’t want me to, my pet.” Tina fell si­lent far a few mo­ments, as she 
looked into Genevieve’s dark green eyes and tried to see if she could find an an­swer there.

 She sus­pec­ted that there might be more to this wo­man than simple 
les­bi­an­ism, be­cause she was be­ing so soft and nat­ural about it.

 Of course, if she had come on any stronger, Tina would have backed away from 
even the sug­ges­tion of any close­ness between them. But what she saw in the older 
wo­man’s eyes was more than phys­ical pas­sion. She could sense a genu­ine af­fec­tion for 
the girl, and Tina was not un­moved by this.

 While she had never got­ten along with her fam­ily, she did miss the se­cur­ity of 
hav­ing a mother be­ing around in case of need. Genevieve was scarcely old enough to be the
girl’s mother, but there was still enough dif­fer­ence between them for the girl to at least feel 
a semb­lance of that kind of se­cur­ity.

 The girl sensed a grow­ing warmth for the older wo­man without quite 
un­der­stand­ing how it was com­ing about. Genevieve was mov­ing closer to her now, but in
such a way that Tina could only feel good about it. There cer­tainly couldn’t be any harm in 
see­ing what les­bi­an­ism was all about.

 She prob­ably didn’t even have to worry about what Avery would think of it all. After
that wild night with him, she could be reas­on­ably sure that there was little about sex that 
would up­set him.

 If the of­fer had never been made to her, Tina was sure she could prob­ably go 
through her en­tire life without hav­ing the slight­est de­sire to go to bed with an­other 
wo­man. But the of­fer was stand­ing right in front of her, and look­ing so beau­ti­fully 
ap­peal­ing that Tina found it hard to res­ist.

 “Why did you wait un­til now?”

 “I was not sure you would be ready.”

 “What makes you think I am now?”

 “You have ma­tured so much in your think­ing, I think you are ready to 
un­der­stand.”

 “Are you so sure?”

 “Could you ever walk away from some­thing that soun­ded ex­cit­ing, even once in 
your young life?”

 “No.”

 “Then I doubt some­thing as sweet and lov­ing as be­ing in the arms of an­other 
wo­man will turn you away.”

 “You know me pretty well.”

 “As well as I knew my­self when I was your age.” Tina held her hands out to the 
older wo­man, then, feel­ing a sud­den rush of com­pas­sion for her, know­ing she must have
lived in fear of dis­cov­ery.

 No won­der the wo­man seemed cold and dis­tant. She had to be afraid all the time
that people would take her for a freak if they found out about her sexual pref­er­ence. Tina 
didn’t feel that was at all fair, es­pe­cially in the house­hold of a man like James Avery.

 How come it was all right for him to in­dulge in all sorts of weird sexual prac­tices, 
and no one thought less of him? Sud­denly Tina found that she was on the French wo­man’s 
side, and wanted very badly for her to know that she was in sym­pathy with her secret 
de­sires.

 She wanted to hug the older wo­man in a more sis­terly fash­ion than the way it 
turned out. She had pulled the wo­man into her em­brace far more tightly than she had 
ori­gin­ally in­ten­ded.

 Some­how, Genevieve’s face got bur­ied in the side of the girl’s neck, and Tina 
could feel the wo­man kiss­ing her ten­derly there.

 “I like you a lot.”

 “Also in the way that I de­sire you?”

 “Can I an­swer that one after we try it?”

 “What a sweet little darling you are.” Genevieve con­tin­ued to kiss the girl’s neck, 
now us­ing her tongue as well as her Ups. The girl leaned her mouth down so that she could 
kiss the fra­grant top of the French wo­man’s head.

 It seemed like the most nat­ural thing in the world to be locked in the em­brace of 
the ma­ture wo­man, out there in the full af­ter­noon sun­light. All of the staff had the 
af­ter­noon hours to them­selves when they were sta­tioned at the Rivi­era. It was part of 
Avery’s moral pro­gram that they en­joy a por­tion of every day for re­lax­a­tion.

 But she wouldn’t have much cared, even if they were around to see. Some­how, 
shar­ing the af­fec­tion of this wo­man didn’t seem half as made as mak­ing it in the garden 
shed with George Cas­sis. This just seemed so in­no­cent, al­though even the teen­ager 
un­der­stood what she was about to share with the older wo­man could hardly be called 
nat­ural.

 The older wo­man had been work­ing her mouth up along Tina’s face all the time. 
Sud­denly, she felt Genevieve’s mouth on hers, and she was be­ing kissed gently but very 
deeply. Tina soon answered with a kiss of her own, and the arms of the two wo­men closed 
even more tightly to­gether.

 Genevieve clev­erly worked her tongue into the teen­ager’s mouth, and was 
wig­gling it around in there, while the girl still clung to her with her eyes closed in sweet 
sur­render. The French wo­man worked her tongue around the roof of the girl’s mouth, and 
then all the way around the back of her teeth.

 Tina had been caught by sur­prise, but she soon re­covered and began to soul kiss 
the wo­man right back. The mouth of a wo­man tasted just as good as a man’s. And as they 
kissed even more pas­sion­ately, Genevieve’s hands and arms began to wander all over the 
teen­ager’s suc­cu­lent young body.

 They worked up and down he sides of the young girl, leav­ing a trail of ex­cited 
spasms wherever they touched the girl. The young girl was per­versely tan­tal­ized to be so 
turned on by an­other wo­man. For this reason, the teas­ing touch of the long fin­ger­nails 
had her more quickly ex­cited than she might have been with a man do­ing the very same 
thing.

 Genevieve had some thought about turn­ing the girl on by slow de­grees un­til she 
was beg­ging for the heavy stuff. But Tina had come up too fast to bother with simple 
pet­ting for very long. She pulled the girl down to her, and man­aged to slip her own body 
along­side the younger one on the chaise.

 While the girl was held tightly in the older wo­man’s em­brace, Genevieve reached 
down to he side open­ing of the girl’s bikini. Tina could feel the older wo­man’s hands 
reach­ing all over and rub­bing against her hips. Some­thing new and strange was 
awaken­ing within her.

 Sud­denly, Tina real­ized that she was ac­tu­ally quite ex­cited at the thought of 
be­ing made love to by a wo­man. She wasn’t at all dis­gus­ted, as she ex­pec­ted to be.

 She slowly be­came aware of her own grow­ing hun­ger to be taken to the fullest 
heights of pas­sion by the French wo­man, and already knew that she wouldn’t stop her, no 
mat­ter how far they went. Tina leaned back against the chaise, and Genevieve knew that the 
girl had sur­rendered to her.

 Still, she was in no hurry for the great at­tack. A girl such as the one she was now 
de­vel­op­ing could not be rushed or handled in too crude a man­ner. She might lose all 
de­sire for the fem­in­ine touch, if she were over­powered by an­other fe­male.

 Gently she moved her hand to the front of the young girl’s body and played with 
her na­vel a bit, be­fore work­ing her hand fur­ther down. Then she reached in­side the bikini,
and her fin­gers traveled gently down into the young girl’s snatch.

 “Ohhh.”

 “You just re­lax, and let me pamper you.”

 “Feels too good to say no.”

 “Just lie back, my dear.”

 “I’d never fight you now.”

 “You will not be sorry.”

 Tina closed her eyes and let her­self be trans­por­ted into fem­in­ine ec­stasy. The 
pleas­ure that she was presently feel­ing go­ing through her body was a light-hearted one, 
but she knew that it would change into hot pas­sion all too quickly. How­ever long Genevieve 
had been a les­bian, she had cer­tainly learned her art well. Be­cause she was turn­ing Tina on
so slowly and smoothly that the girl was not fully aware of it hap­pen­ing to her.

 All she knew for sure was that she was feel­ing quite won­der­ful, and the pleas­ant 
glow creep­ing down through her body was mak­ing her glad to be alive.

 By her bod­ily mo­tions, she urged Genevieve to take her bot­toms off. Swiftly, the 
French wo­man did so, and in just an in­stant the bot­toms were down around the girl’s 
ankles. As soon as the young girl’s cunt was out in the open, Genevieve went to work on it 
with her soft, know­ing touch.

 At first her rub­bing was light and slow, but when she saw how well the young girl 
was tak­ing to it, she began to rub some­what harder.

 Genevieve was happy with the way things were go­ing. She knew that Avery would 
be de­lighted with the girl’s latest skill. Per­son­ally, she was grat­i­fied as well. The girl would 
make an in­ter­est­ing side­light to her own mis­tress who was situ­ated far in town.

 With grow­ing ex­cite­ment in her own crotch, the French wo­man began to work 
harder at the teen­aged cunt. All the time her hand was work­ing fe­ver­ishly, Genevieve 
looked deeply into the girl’s eyes, and took care­ful note of the lust that was build­ing there.

 Already the crotch of her own bikini was sop­ping wet. As the girl began to move 
even more pas­sion­ately against the wo­man’s lov­ing touch, Genevieve could feel her own 
flesh boil­ing.

 For the first few minutes, Tina just lay back and let Genevieve have her way with her.
As soon as she re­covered from the ini­tial shock of be­ing so mag­ni­fi­cently handled by a 
wo­man, Tina be­came much more of an act­ive part­ner.

 She latched onto the French wo­man’s wrist and began to pull at it in just the 
dir­ec­tion that happened to please her most at the mo­ment. First she had the wo­man rub 
back and forth across the swollen lips of her cunt, and then as her love but­ton began to rise 
up out of the lips, she had her rub that back and forth.

 The girl was be­gin­ning to per­spire heav­ily now, her pas­sions mak­ing her body 
tem­per­at­ure rise stead­ily up­ward. Now that the wo­man un­der­stood just how Tina liked
her cunt to be played with the most, she felt that it was all right to let the wo­man work on 
her own.

 While she did so, Tina sur­rendered to the urge to be na­ked in the sun­light with 
her, and un­hooked her bikini bra from be­hind. It fell down to the side of the lounge, and 
Tina’s tits bobbed free in the trop­ical air. The nipples had already be­gun to stiffen be­fore 
she brought them out into the sun­light, but now they grew even longer and darker un­der 
the wo­man’s heated gaze.

 The teen­ager had been half sit­ting up so that she could watch as well as feel what 
the older wo­man was do­ing to her. But now Genevieve eased her back down again. Quickly, 
she moved her­self on top of the girl’s body, with her hand still work­ing over the young cunt.
Her mouth dropped right down to the aroused tit, and she began to suck at it fe­ver­ishly.

 Young and tender flesh such as Tina’s was es­pe­cially ap­pet­iz­ing to the wo­man, 
and she con­tin­ued to nibble at gen­er­ous help­ings of it. Whenever her tongue happened 
across the stiffened nipple, she flicked back and forth across it, and was treated to the 
de­li­cious sen­sa­tion of feel­ing it vi­brate against her tongue.

 When Tina first felt the fem­in­ine mouth sack­ing at her breast, she flinched just a 
bit be­cause it was all so new to her. But then all the won­der­ful vi­bra­tions began to seep 
through every nerve of her body, and she pushed her­self for­ward so that the older wo­man 
could suck in even more.

 At the same time, her cunt had moved for­ward and she closed her thighs 
com­pletely around the wo­man’s hand. Genevieve knew that there would be no stop­ping 
her now, and she grew frantic­ally ex­cited at the thighs that were now clench­ing against her 
mas­sa­ging fin­gers.

 “Suck some more. Suck the other one.” The older wo­man was most happy to 
ob­lige every one of the teen­ager’s re­quests, and moved her wet mouth across the girl’s 
chest, com­men­cing to suck thirstily on the left breast now. As this breast she was suck­ing 
showed all the marks of arousal that the other one did, her own pas­sion began grow­ing in 
leaps and bounds.

 “You must let me eat you.”

 “Oh, yes.”

 Genevieve inched her face down along the young girl’s suc­cu­lent body un­til her 
nose was be­ing tickled by cunt hairs.

 Tina opened her legs just long enough for the older wo­man to press her face into 
the girl’s snatch. And then she closed them again. This time they held her head firmly into her 
snatch.

 Happy to be en­closed in the sweetly scen­ted prison, Genevieve let her tongue 
snake out and be­gin to lick all the way up and down the juicy little slit. The taste of those 
juices sent her own cunt into a spasm of de­light, and she tensed for a second, as she felt the 
first small or­gasm over­whelm her. She quickly re­covered and set out once again to bring 
both of them to even greater heights of pleas­ure.

 With her nose rub­bing right against the young girl’s pas­sion­ately swollen clit, 
Genevieve mas­saged her face back and forth across the in­side of Tina’s pussy lips. Her 
cheeks were quickly covered with cunt juice and she lux­uri­ated in the sticky feel of it.

 Now she began to eat the girl with an all-con­sum­ing pas­sion. The girl was nearly 
out of her mind with rising pas­sion, and Genevieve only had to in­hale and smell the 
build­ing lust to go even cra­zier with de­sire.

 Tina was strain­ing to­ward an or­gasm that threatened to break her into a mil­lion 
pieces.

 Genevieve con­tin­ued to lick and suck with real fer­vor, rub­bing her hands up and 
down along the sides of the girl’s un­du­lat­ing body. Sud­denly, she felt a huge spasm 
over­come the girl, and was forced to press down on the tops of her thighs in or­der to keep 
her from throw­ing the two of them right off the lounge.

 When she came, Genevieve was treated to a gusher of her juices, and she was quick 
to lick up every single drop of it. This was no easy task, as Tina had a great deal of come to 
give forth. But Genevieve kept lick­ing up like the fe­male champ that she was, and when the 
girl fi­nally stopped shak­ing, she was still at it.

 Once Tina was still, Genevieve set about lick­ing the last of the come off the girl’s 
cunt hairs, and put her hand down to her bikini bot­toms to pull them away from her slit. She 
had come three times while she was eat­ing the girl, and the fab­ric stick­ing to her crotch 
was sop­ping wet and start­ing to itch.

 Fi­nally, her neck began to hurt from re­main­ing in that cramped po­s­i­tion for so 
long and she pulled her­self up and off the lounge. Stretch­ing out on the beach towel 
be­side the lounge, she tried to re­main as quiet as pos­sible to give the girl a chance to catch
her breath as well as her wits. It was im­per­at­ive that she have these few seconds to 
re­con­struct the past scene in her mind and de­cide if she liked it or not.

 The minutes were tick­ing by so slowly that they seemed like hours to Genevieve. 
And when she was just be­gin­ning to think there would be no reply, she felt the girl’s hand 
drop­ping down on her shoulder.

 “Gen?”

 “What is it, my love?”

 “That was sen­sa­tional.”

 “As good as any man?”

 “Yes, and in some ways it was bet­ter.”

 “I did not in­tend to turn you away from men.”

 “Oh, don’t worry about that. I just mean that it’s nice for a change every once in 
awhile.”

 “That is as it should be, little one.”

 “You mean you weren’t try­ing to get me over to your side of the fence 
per­man­ently? That’s what I thought.”

 “No. I just wanted you to see what the grass looked like.”

 “And I liked it a lot.”

 “Per­haps you would want me again some­time?”

 “How about now?” Tina slipped down on the floor next to Genevieve and the two 
wo­men fell into a pas­sion­ate em­brace. After a long and pas­sion­ate kiss, Tina began to 
speak with ragged breath.

 “Will Mr. Avery mind?”

 “Def­in­itely not.”

 “How can you be so sure?”

 “Be­cause he re­ques­ted it.”

 “What!”

 “It was im­port­ant that you be able to en­ter­tain the fe­male cli­ents as well, 
should the situ­ation ever arise.”

 “But how about you?”

 “I am afraid I was not des­ig­nated for that honor.”

 “Do I at least get to prac­tice with you?”

 “Ah yes, my love. We must prac­tice a great deal.”

 “Looks like Mr. Avery has an aw­ful lot of tricks in his bag for me. Won­der what he’ll
come up with next.”

 “Are you quite through with this sur­prise?”

 “I’m not sure I’ll ever be through with this one.”

 “I am so happy to see that you en­joy this sort of thing.”

 “Be­cause of Avery? Or be­cause of me?”

 “Some of both, my pet.”

 “Speak­ing of pets-”

 “You are a pas­sion­ate one, are you not?”

 “That’s what they tell me.”

 “And today, I have found this out for my­self.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “Fairly.”

 “Maybe you bet­ter doublecheck be­fore you hand out that re­port.”

 “Per­haps that would be wise.”

 And so, Tina fell into the French wo­man’s arms once more.





CHAPTER FIVE


Timothy Robin­son was the first to leave the plane after it set down on Span­ish 
ter­rit­ory. He was al­ways the first to dis­em­bark. That was his duty, even when Mr. Avery 
was not fly­ing with them.

 On this trip, it was up to him­self and Tina to land the ac­count for a very large 
Span­ish mine hold­ing. The man do­ing the selling was re­puted to be a lecher of many vices,
and Mr. Avery felt that Tina was as ready for a trial run without him along as she would ever 
be.

 The trip it­self had not been an easy one, what with Tim brief­ing her on all sorts of 
fin­an­cial stat­ist­ics and every bit of gos­sip plus cred­ible in­form­a­tion that had been 
gathered on the private life and es­capades of Senor Juan Mon­tega. At forty-five, it was said 
that he was con­stantly on the hunt for younger cunts with more per­verse twists.

 It ap­peared that he was very much like Mr. Avery in his tastes. With but one 
ex­cep­tion. The man was lately show­ing an in­clin­a­tion to­wards vi­ol­ence. Tina was not 
at all sure that she would be able to handle get­ting hurt in any way, much less a full-fledged 
beat­ing. And both Tim and Mr. Avery hoped that it would never come to some­thing like that
to land the ac­count.

 Her boss had made it clear to her that she could back away and yell for help if 
things got too rough up in the senor’s room, but Tina knew in her heart that he would not be 
too happy if his hench­man had to bail her out of there.

 “We should be there in about ten minutes. The cock­tail party would have star­ted a
couple of hours ago.”

 “Was our tim­ing planned like this?”

 “Of course. The senor is a heavy drinker, as well as his other in­dul­gences. He 
should be pretty far gone by the time we get there. We worked it out that way for you.”

 “Fig­ure he can’t break too many bones while he’s stoned out of his head, or were 
you plan­ning on me hold­ing a pen in his hand?”

 “He knows who you be­long to, as well as our in­ten­tions while we are guests in his
home. There shouldn’t be too much trouble.”

 “You hope so, for my sake.”

 “You know I like you, Tina. If things were dif­fer­ent, I could have gone for you 
my­self. But they’re not, so I just get to watch all the ac­tion from the side­lines, which does 
not in­clude see­ing you get hurt.”

 “That’s very sweet, Tim.”

 “It’s no put-on. If he gets a little too threat­en­ing, you just whistle and I’ll come 
run­ning.”

 “Don’t worry. I don’t have any pride when it comes to the bones in my body.”

 “That’s a girl. I think you’ll do fine.” And Tina had done her best all dur­ing the 
weary hours, smil­ing so much that her jaws hurt, and get­ting her body pinched so many 
times that she was sure most of it was black and blue. For­tu­nately for both of them, Tim did 
most of the talk­ing, be­cause Tina kept for­get­ting her lines with all the pinch­ing and 
grabbing that was go­ing on be­hind her.

 Those who couldn’t reach her with their hands had far less trouble reach­ing her 
with their looks. There were so many middle-aged male eyes star­ing into her clothes that she 
was sure they would be burned right off her body be­fore the night was over.

 She couldn’t be at all sure how she was do­ing un­til she got through the rest of the
night, prob­ably in the senor’s bed, and Tim brought out the pa­pers for sign­ing in the 
morn­ing. Now, when she came to think of it, the man had hardly looked at her all night, 
al­though she had seen him sev­eral times, deep in in­tim­ate con­ver­sa­tion with Tim.

 Some­how, she man­aged to get a couple of seconds to her­self, and walked 
around to the French doors which opened on to a mag­ni­fi­cent rose garden, and bey­ond it 
a stand of fruit trees. It all looked so peace­ful and in­vit­ing that she wished for the free­dom 
to simply leave the party be­hind her and get lost out there.

 “I see you have no­ticed my gar­dens.”

 “How could any­body not no­tice them. They’re gor­geous.”

 “Would care for a stroll? Per­haps, I could pick some blos­soms for you to take to 
your room.”

 “I’d love that, senor.”

 “Shall we go then?”

 It had turned out to be so simple that Tina couldn’t be­lieve her luck. If it had gone 
any dif­fer­ent, and she was forced to go in search for the man and find some way into 
se­du­cing him out there, Tina wasn’t sure she would have been able to find the words.

 They walked si­lently, side by side, for a few. Minutes, passing a few other people 
who were on their way back to the party. Every so of­ten, Tina would feel his hand at her 
el­bow, and know that he wanted her to turn in one dir­ec­tion or an­other.

 There seemed to be a plan to the walk they were tak­ing. Tina knew that wherever 
he took her, so long as they re­mained on the es­tate, Tim or one of his men would not be far 
be­hind. And so, she tried to calm the fears that were mak­ing her stom­ach do flip-flops.

 The re­port had only said that he was lean­ing to­wards a bit more vi­ol­ence of 
late. So it wasn’t likely that he would be do­ing her any real harm. At least not be­fore Tim and
his squad came to her res­cue. When she next looked around, the house was nowhere in 
sight, nor were there any other people that she could de­tect at first glance.

 After they had walked a few more steps, Tina dis­covered that they were stand­ing 
in a clear­ing that was sur­roun­ded by trees on all sides. The Span­ish man had barely 
touched her all the time they were walk­ing. But now she could feel him stand­ing so close 
be­hind her that his breath made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

 That press­ing of a hard prick against her back was so slight that an­other girl might
have called it ac­ci­dental. But Tina had been with enough men by that time to know that it 
was quite in­ten­tional. Now she pressed back against his stiff rod, to let him know she was 
aware of his con­di­tion, and that it was all right with her.

 The guy wasn’t all as good-look­ing as he had been re­por­ted, but at least he 
wasn’t grot­esque. Be­fore he had been poin­ted out to her from the crowd as the tar­get for 
the night, Tina had looked at a lot of ugly faces and paunchy bel­lies, each time pray­ing that 
it wasn’t him.

 She al­ways had trouble with the ugly ones in the past, and now that her com­ing 
on as pas­sion­ate coun­ted all the more, it would be rough if he was really bad. At least he 
had treated her de­cently so far. He walked her down a few more steps, and sud­denly the air 
felt a little cooler.

 Tina thought that she could smell a breeze and maybe a brook some­where nearby. 
If she was in for a rough fuck, then he had se­lec­ted a very nice loc­a­tion for it. He turned 
her around now, and held the young girl by the shoulders.

 She did her best to ap­pear cool and in­vit­ing, but now that the mo­ment of truth 
was upon her, Tina felt her hands trem­bling.

 “Why are you trem­bling so?”

 “It must be that cool breeze.”

 “Now, now, my child. I will not harm you. I have had some as young as you are, but 
never one as lovely.”

 “Thank you, si­gnor.”

 “Lie down with me. It is so nice to be here with you.”

 “Yes. I’d like that.” Tina eased her body down on the cool grass. It was the sort that 
had long, sharp blades, and they prickled against the bare por­tions of her skin. For a few 
awe­some mo­ments, the man stood tower­ing over her prone body, as if he were a mighty 
eagle, wait­ing for the right mo­ment to swoop down for the kill. And the girl felt every inch 
the help­less vic­tim.

 Then, as he con­tin­ued to stare down at her, the middle aged Span­ish 
busi­ness­man began to take off his clothes. Tina looked up at him to see the bare flesh of 
him come into her view. It was a body that at one time must have been firm and mus­cu­lar, 
now just be­gin­ning to turn to flab with ad­van­cing years and ex­cess­ive in­dul­gences.

 When he was com­pletely na­ked, he came down on his knees next to the young 
girl, pant­ing with im­pend­ing pleas­ure.

 “And now you must un­dress, little one.”

 “Out here in the open?”

 “Can you think of a more ro­mantic set­ting?”

 “Well, no.”

 Tina knew bet­ter than to tell the man she had learned to love the green places for 
her love­mak­ing. Part of her charm was in her ap­par­ent youth­ful in­no­cence, - and lately 
she was hav­ing a hard time hanging on to the im­age. Learn­ing as much as she had, and in 
such a short time, could eas­ily have re­placed her wide-eyed ex­pres­sion with one of sexual 
soph­ist­ic­a­tion. But she had been warned to pre­serve the look of in­no­cence for as long 
as pos­sible, and nobody had to bother ex­plain­ing why.

 She un­der­stood that her po­s­i­tion with the cor­por­a­tion was as­sured for as 
long as she con­tin­ued to have her par­tic­u­lar brand of ap­peal. And lately Tina had be­gun
to feel that the life she was lead­ing was a habit she didn’t wish to break any time in the 
fore­see­able fu­ture. ‘

 And so she wasted no time now in com­ply­ing with the Span­ish gen­tle­man’s 
wishes. Start­ing from the top with her ac­cessor­ies so she would be sure to get in a little 
teas­ing while she was at it, Tina began to dis­robe in the moon­light. The gown was a one 
piece jer­sey hal­ter af­fair, which only took the un­hook­ing of one por­tion at the back of 
her neck be­fore she could simply wriggle her body and slip out of it.

 She wore no bra, in keep­ing with the latest fash­ion, and had only her black lace 
panties to slip out of, once the gown was off her youth­ful form. Be­fore she could sit her­self 
up and be­gin to tug at them, the Span­ish man was on her, work­ing with his own beefy 
hands to pull them down and over her hips.

 As the fi­nal por­tion of her ana­tomy began to come into his view, she heard his 
breath go ragged. Fi­nally, when she was com­pletely na­ked, he gasped, and then fell over 
her with his mouth and his hands.

 He kissed every inch of her skin that his mouth could reach, bit­ing and pinch­ing at
her as his pas­sion in­creased. The Span­ish man was ex­cit­ing her at such a rapid pace that 
she quickly for­got where she was, and al­most for­got the fact that she was in the arms of a 
total stranger.

 All that mattered were the wild things that he was do­ing to her senses and the 
crav­ing for sexual sat­is­fac­tion that was welling up in her soul. All the nerves in her flesh 
were vi­brat­ing with ex­cite­ment, and she reached out for his em­brace, but it was re­fused 
to her.

 “Just let me look at you a bit more.”

 “But I need you now.”

 “This is Spain, my dear. And in this coun­try, the man is the su­preme mas­ter. It is 
for you but to wait, and to hope that I will honor you with my sat­is­fac­tion.”

 “Yes, mas­ter.”

 “That was nicely said, little one.”

 Once again, Tina lay back on the grass and tried to calm her­self while the middle 
aged man de­cided that he had his fill of look­ing at her lush and na­ked form as it gleamed 
so in the moon­light. She could see his own pas­sions stir­ring, as he put his hand to his groin
every few mo­ments, giv­ing his prick a tug or his balls a gentle scratch.

 The mean­ing of those mo­tions was all too clear to her. His own need was 
grow­ing, but he seemed to rather en­joy let­ting him­self suf­fer a bit as well as his vic­tim. 
Fi­nally, she saw the way his face was be­gin­ning to darken, and he grunted as he pulled hard
once more at his prick.

 Then he leaned back a little so that the paunch of his flabby flesh would not cover 
the sight of his rap­idly harden­ing prick from the girl’s eyes. It was amaz­ing that a man with 
such a big stom­ach could pos­sess the long, thick prick of an ath­lete.

 Some­how she had been ex­pect­ing to see a little thumb down there, like some of 
the flabby busi­ness­men she had en­countered when she was work­ing the streets. But his 
prick also showed that once upon a time he had been the kind of stud she would have liked to
reckon with.

 Now the thing stood out bold and men­acing be­fore her, and the girl dared to 
hold her arms out to him once again. This time he was will­ing to come to her, and she 
dis­covered that she was ac­tu­ally breath­less with ex­cite­ment.

 The Span­ish air and the per­fume of the gar­dens in­tox­ic­ated her, and in her 
pas­sion glazed view, the man be­came a con­quista­dor of old, ready to rav­ish some tender 
maiden. The breeze rust­ling the green­ery all around them was like mu­sic to their ears, and 
the man lay down now, his body par­tially cov­er­ing hers.

 To­gether they listened to the ser­en­ade of the birds and the rust­ling green­ery, 
al­low­ing it all to fill their senses and awaken them to the highest pos­sible pitch of 
sens­it­iv­ity. The older man knew that he needed such a spark to bring his jaded tastes up to 
the notch where they once were.

 He had real­ized too late that the rapid bore­dom with everything he tried at this 
latest stage in his life was the price he had to pay for burn­ing the candle at both ends in his 
youth. Now he could only hope that through his great wealth and in­flu­ence, there might yet 
be some­thing in the world that would give him the boost he needed to keep his senses alive.

 His need for the re­ju­ven­a­tion that he hoped the girl could give him through the 
use of her body, and her need for the kind of kicky sex that a strange older man could give 
her, were now com­bined in a most ex­cit­ing way out there in the pri­vacy of the Span­ish 
garden.

 Once more the man put his hand to his hard prick, and gave it a re­as­sur­ing tug.

 “This is all for you, little one!”

 “Yes. Give it to me right away.”

 “You are for­get­ting your place again.”

 “Oh. Please give it to me right away. How’s that?”

 “I’m afraid it will have to do, as my fierce erec­tion is beg­ging for at­ten­tion now.” 
Spar­ing no more time for po­lite con­ver­sa­tion, the si­gnor dropped his full weight on top 
of the girl now. She threw her arms around his neck, and pulled him even closer to her. He put
his legs on either side of her, and gradu­ally al­lowed his full weight to rest on the slender 
form of the girl.

 Once he saw that she would be able to sup­port him without too much ef­fort, he 
put his prick against her firm little tummy and star­ted to rub the tip of it back and forth 
against her skin. The girl felt the first drops of his pas­sion trick­ling over her belly, and she 
trembled.

 She was sur­prised to dis­cover that she was ac­tu­ally aching to be entered by the 
middle aged man. Lately Tina was see­ing all sorts of new things de­vel­op­ing into her 
per­son­al­ity. She had dug sex from the very first time it was tried on her, but now she found 
that she was dig­ging it in a lot of new ways.

 Over the past few months she had lost her mer­cen­ary at­ti­tude about it 
com­pletely and come to love every minute of it for sex’s sake alone, and any ex­tra be­ne­fits
were a sur­prise bo­nus to her. And she was learn­ing to en­joy all kinds of new forms of 
sexu­al­ity, some of which she had not even known ex­is­ted a short while ago.

 And now there was the Span­ish man with the bizarre repu­ta­tion. In­stead of 
be­ing frightened at just the touch of him, she was hardly able to con­tain her­self as she 
prayed for the prick to travel fur­ther down un­til it found the slit­ted en­trance to her body.

 But one heart­beat passed and then an­other, with still no grunt­ing push into her 
wet love chan­nel. The girl looked up at him with un­dis­guised im­pa­tience, only to see that 
he was still mak­ing no moves with his prick in her dir­ec­tion.

 Some­thing had changed though. The man’s pas­sion­ate ex­pres­sion had now 
twis­ted into a vi­cious leer. Tina felt a shiver of fear race up her na­ked spine. But she fought 
to keep con­trol of her­self, and so did not speak un­til she was sure that her voice would be 
steady. “Don’t you want me any more?”

 “Yes, I do. But not that way.”

 “What way then?”

 “Turn over on your stom­ach.”

 The man’s voice was so heated as he spoke his in­struc­tions that Tina knew bet­ter 
than to even think of re­fus­ing. His ob­vi­ous pas­sion now, com­bined with his repu­ta­tion 
for vi­ol­ence, were not the sort of warn­ings that a smart girl should ig­nore.

 And his breath be­came even more labored as he watched the sexy teen­ager turn 
her ass up to the mid­night sky. She could still re­mem­ber the sore­ness in her ass the day 
after her last ass-fuck. But there was no re­fus­ing him even this per­verse de­sire. Be­sides, 
Tina could also re­mem­ber the in­cred­ible pleas­ure that had been rammed into her rectum 
once she had be­come used to the ravaging pres­sure back there.

 Still, the memory of the pain was stronger than the memory of the pleas­ure at that 
mo­ment, and her ass swayed along with her fear as she waited to be at­tacked by him.

 For­tu­nately, she did not have to wait for very long, as in just an in­stant she could 
feel his beefy hands press­ing into the soft flesh of her hips. She had turned her head to the 
side to watch his pro­gress, and sud­denly wished that she hadn’t.

 Be­cause now his prick, large and thick, was point­ing straight at her as­shole, and 
from the looks of the man’s face, he had no in­ten­tion of mak­ing it easy on her. Her 
anxi­et­ies for the safety and well be­ing of her rectum caused her to tense all her muscles. 
But then she re­membered the great danger to her in­sides if she should be pen­et­rated 
while still in that state, and forced her­self to re­lax.

 She did so just in time, as Tina could already feel the heav­ily en­gorged tip 
press­ing up between the cheeks of her be­hind right at that mo­ment. While he was 
push­ing it against her tight little rectal hole, the Span­iard reached between her legs with his 
hand un­til his longest fin­ger found her cunt hole.

 Into this he dug deeply, un­til he was sat­is­fied that his fin­ger would come away 
with a gen­er­ous help­ing of the girl’s own nat­ural lub­ric­a­tion. Then he brought the same
fin­ger up to her as­shole and began to poke it, juices and all, into the tight anal ring. The girl 
heaved a sigh of re­lief now, that he was, at the very least, show­ing some signs of 
con­sid­er­a­tion on her be­half.

 Tina guessed that this was only in de­fer­ence to her tender age. But whatever the 
reason, she was grate­ful for even this smal­lest fa­vor. If not for some form of lub­ric­a­tion 
back there, in her present tense con­di­tion, the pen­et­ra­tion through her rear door would 
have put her into spasms of hor­rible pain.

 The man seemed to be wait­ing for the juice to drip down fur­ther than his fin­ger 
could take it. And then, a few seconds later he pulled him­self back into po­s­i­tion smack up 
be­hind her ass. His hands closed down around her waist, and then he began to push and 
ro­tate him­self un­til he was press­ing into the outer ring of muscle back there.

 As he began to press his weight down harder on top of her, Tina felt her tits 
rub­bing against the grass. Sens­it­ized as they already were, the nipples be­came 
tre­mend­ously aroused by the sharp ab­ra­sion against them as the girl’s body moved back 
and forth un­der the weight of the middle aged man. This new pleas­ure, com­ing from such 
an un­ex­pec­ted source, only served to heighten the girl’s ex­cite­ment at be­ing taken in her
new­est and most bizarre po­s­i­tion.

 Already she could feel the swollen tip of his prick push­ing between the cheeks of 
her ass, and start­ing to spread out her rectum. In his ef­forts to get in there, with which he 
seemed to be hav­ing some trouble, the man had man­aged to tease the girl into ac­tu­ally 
want­ing the anal fuck.

 He had awakened all of her sen­su­al­ity back there, and now Tina was want­ing 
badly to be fucked in this man­ner. She wished that she had the con­trol of her ass that she 
did in her cunt, and could pull all of his meat into her by means of her in­ner muscles. Then 
she could work them back and forth un­til she had ex­cited them both into some furi­ous 
or­gasms.

 She was sure that Tim would be true to his word and was out there some­place 
nearby in the bushes. But right now it didn’t mat­ter if he was there or not. She would never 
have al­lowed him to stop this kind of a fuck for any­thing. There was no ap­par­ent danger 
to her. In­deed, the pro­spects looked like she was in for a hell of a great time.

 But there was an­other need grow­ing in her at the same time, and this she 
re­cog­nized be­cause of the first and only other time that she had been fucked up the rear. 
At that time, Mr. Avery had been cour­teous enough to wait un­til her hungry cunt was-well 
filled be­fore he began to stretch her ass with his big rod.

 Now she was be­gin­ning to feel a sense of empti­ness between the front por­tion 
of her legs. This time when her ass was filled to ca­pa­city, her cunt was go­ing to re­main 
sadly empty. How nice and simple it would be to just call out for Tim to come and help with 
the situ­ation.

 Life just wasn’t that simple any more. Every move she made had to be thought over 
so very care­fully. Even her kicks had to be planned like some damned mil­it­ary man­euver. 
Life could cer­tainly be a drag at times when a young girl was the mis­tress of a mil­lion­aire.

 Then, whenever she got to feel­ing really down about it, some­thing like a 
moon­light fuck up the ass with a Span­ish lecher would be tossed her way and she would be 
up there on a kicky ride again. Well, she sup­posed, it might be best if she just en­joyed the 
kicks when they came her way, and wor­ried about the rest when it happened.

 Right now, she was miss­ing a cock up her cunt, but get­ting her ass filled at that 
very mo­ment wasn’t such a bad idea either. Oh, sure it was go­ing to hurt her some, but 
wasn’t that a part of what she was just try­ing to lec­ture her­self about? In this case, the kicks 
would be com­ing rap­idly be­hind the mo­ment­ary pain, and she would be able to re­lax 
and en­joy it right away.

 She could feel the pres­sure grow­ing stead­ily back there, and mer­ci­fully the man
was go­ing into her at a rather slow pace. This time the dis­com­fort was only min­imal, and 
the pleas­ure stead­ily on the in­crease. So much so that she could not help reach­ing un­der 
her body and find­ing her cunt with her hand.

 In the dark­ness, the guy prob­ably wouldn’t no­tice that she was frig­ging her­self. 
And even if he did after awhile, he would be so far gone on what he was do­ing to her 
him­self, that he wouldn’t give a shit what else was hap­pen­ing as long as he got his jol­lies 
in the back.

 Her cunt was sop­ping wet be­fore she even got there, and her fin­ger slipped right 
in on her fe­male lub­ric­a­tion. As soon as she had reached in as far as her fin­ger would go, 
Tina began to twist and pull it around in­side of her­self. The Span­iard was more than 
halfway home, and the young girl was so de­lighted with the feel­ings fore and aft, that she 
de­cided to try a second fin­ger in there.

 This felt even bet­ter, and soon she was prob­ing her­self at a rapid pace. 
Sud­denly, her fin­gers plunged in and re­mained in there to the knuckles as the back end of 
her body sud­denly tensed com­pletely with vi­ol­ently in­tense pain. “Ohhh, I can’t stand it.”

 “Just a bit more, my pet.”

 Be­fore the girl could even choke out an­other word of plead­ing on be­half of her 
rav­aged ass, the man began to plow into her all the harder. There was noth­ing she could do 
but soothe her body with the fin­gers in her cunt, and keep re­mind­ing her­self to re­main 
re­laxed.

 The girl was all for al­low­ing him to con­tinue his slow but steady pen­et­ra­tion, 
but the si­gnor had reached the limit of his pa­tience and was now anxious to be all the way 
into her ass. He thrust his arm un­der her middle and pulled her body back­wards and up to 
his ad­van­cing prick. In un­con­scious res­ist­ance, she tried to hold her­self away from him, 
but the homy Span­iard wasn’t buy­ing it.

 With a firm hold around her middle, he con­tin­ued to pull her body up to­wards 
his, as his prick worked down and into her. She struggled vainly to put some dis­tance 
between them, but his hold on her, by prick and arms, was much too strong. What had 
seemed like a good size prick, now felt like a ra­ging mon­ster as it plowed into her as­shole, 
for­cing it­self in when her hole would not give way of its own ac­cord.

 The girl felt so full in her bowels that she was sure he had to be all the way into her. 
But he was still push­ing, and Tina screamed out once again from the pain­ful pres­sure within
her.

 Her only re­source to re­lieve the pain was fin­ger­ing her­self into a frenzy. At least,
the pleas­ure that she was giv­ing to her­self in the front was calm­ing her nerves down. But 
still the pres­sure kept build­ing in the back, and Tina hoped that the guy couldn’t have any 
more prick left, be­cause even a frac­tion of an inch more and she would surely be split in two.

 But just how come she was still con­scious and bear­ing up un­der it even as well as 
she was, had her very curi­ous. She could only reason that the freaky sur­round­ings had 
really got­ten to her in a big way. Then, there was an­other kick to the whole thing she hadn’t 
even thought of be­fore.

 Tim and maybe a couple of the other guys were out there in the bushes. And they 
were watch­ing everything that happened to her. She hoped they were get­ting quite a jolt 
out of it all, as she cer­tainly was. Then, she couldn’t help won­der­ing if maybe they were 
get­ting some­thing more out of it. Maybe, they were crouch­ing down there in the bushes, 
and their pricks were stand­ing out full and strong in the breeze.

 Could it be that even a guy like Tim, who must have had count­less wo­men in his 
fast-paced sex life, would get so ex­cited by watch­ing a scene such as theirs that he could not
help but beat his meat as he watched the fuck draw to a frantic con­clu­sion? Did he get the 
kind of rise out of be­ing a spec­tator to the girl’s ac­tions as he did when he was an act­ive 
par­ti­cipant?

 And how about the other guys? Were they out there jerking off and wish­ing they 
could be in the driver’s seat with the girl for just the one time? How many of them hated the 
old guy for get­ting the best of all the ac­tion while they got the left-overs such as 
sec­ret­ar­ies and ser­vants?

 She un­der­stood right at that mo­ment why the thoughts were even in her mind at
such a time. Tina dug the idea of an audi­ence. It made her feel grownup and im­port­ant. To 
know that adult men were out there and fe­ver­ishly ex­cited at just the erotic sight of her, 
thrilled her even more than the fuck alone could have. The nice Span­iard was just about all 
the way into her now, and he used a real fuck­ing stroke for the first time. This sent the last of 
his red-hot meat far into her anal chan­nel, and the girl grunted with the furi­ous pres­sure. 
She was thank­ful that she could at last feel his belly slap­ping against the cheeks of her ass, 
be­cause it meant that he was not go­ing to con­tinue to shove un­til the tip of it star­ted 
push­ing up out of her throat.

 But he was start­ing to fuck her ass in earn­est now, and she felt her­self be­ing 
driven to an in­sane frenzy. To help that glor­i­ous feel­ing alone, the girl worked even faster 
with her hand in her cunt.

 “Mnnnn!”

 “Are you lik­ing it now?”

 “I love it. Gimme all you got.”

 “As you wish, of course.”

 Now the part­ners gave them­selves up com­pletely to the mo­ment at hand.

 Ap­pear­ances didn’t mat­ter, and cer­tainly busi­ness was of no rel­ev­ance to 
either one of them. All that had been be­fore, and it would be later. But for now, there was 
only the ec­stasy of the mo­ment.

 Tina could even for­get who she be­longed to for those pre­cious mo­ments. It 
didn’t mat­ter if she was girl or wo­man. All that mattered wa: the an­im­al­istic lust that was 
boil­ing in her soul and she aban­doned her­self to it. They were two wild an­im­als, 
breed­ing in the wilds, and Tina squealed and grunted like the bitch in heat that she truly was.

 And the Span­iard was as sav­age as she. Like a stal­lion in full rage, he bel­lowed 
and began to fuck her with all his might. Tina backed into him with every thrust, and as he 
came down fully on her each time, she was forced back down, with her tits to graze in the 
grasses once more. Then there were a few times when he forced her down so hard that her 
face was rub­bing in the damp­ness. But the strain in her neck muscles forced her to push 
her­self back up on her el­bows.

 The two of them were nearly sense­less now, and so it was awhile be­fore Tina 
be­came fully aware that the man was slap­ping and punch­ing at her back, whenever he was 
com­ing down on it. Once in awhile, there was the sharp pain of a win­cing pinch.

 But the Span­iard was so clever at what he was do­ing that every spasm of pain was 
per­fectly timed with a mo­ment of pen­et­rat­ing pleas­ure. Be­cause of this per­fect tim­ing,
he had the girl in a con­stant state of con­fu­sion. At any given mo­ment, she didn’t know 
whether she was be­ing tor­tured or heav­enly pampered.

 Soon the pain be­came mean­ing­less, ex­cept for the in­tense sen­sa­tions that it 
brought to her nervous sys­tem, as the girl con­cen­trated on the tre­mend­ous come that 
was now build­ing in every re­cess of her body. And she wanted more than any­thing else for 
it to be the best or­gasm of her life.

 Everything that happened thus far in the even­ing had been point­ing up to one 
ul­ti­mate mo­ment of glory, and now that it was upon her, she strained and forced her­self 
to the greatest pos­sible height be­fore it happened. And so, to­wards this end, she twis­ted 
and gyr­ated with all the .agil­ity that only a young girl could have, as the big prick 
con­tin­ued to make a mass of quiv­er­ing jelly out of her rear end.

 Her hand was work­ing fast and furi­ously within her cunt. She had three small 
or­gasms, but none of them stopped her body from build­ing to­wards the tre­mend­ous one
that was now upon her. The frantic work­ings of her teen­age body had not gone un­noticed 
by the middle aged lecher.

 He had been wait­ing for just that time, so sure that it would hap­pen. That the girl 
would go in­sane With the wild com­bin­a­tion of pain and pleas­ure was no new sight to 
him. He had brought many wo­men and girls to just such a point in their lives be­fore.

 And now that Tina was up there, the lech­er­ous Span­iard picked up the tempo of 
his ass-fuck­ing mo­tions to a frantic pace. The girl was be­ing rid­den like a rock­ing horse, 
and she moved right along with him, want­ing to be pun­ished just like that.

 But it was not all be­ing done for her alone. The senor was com­ing dan­ger­ously 
close to his erotic end, and found that the mo­ment was com­ing upon him far sooner than 
he had ex­pec­ted. He forced his body to a grind­ing halt, and panted heav­ily, rest­ing his 
cheek across the small of her back. His every breath made his body shud­der, and the girl 
swayed un­der him, throw­ing her head from side to side and moan­ing with the an­guish of 
her un­spent come. She could only wait for a few pre­cious seconds.

 And then the boil­ing juices of her own body could not be held back any longer. 
With his prick still bur­ied deeply in her as­shole, she frigged her­self like crazy as she 
con­tin­ued to gyr­ate the back end of her body around the Span­iard’s stiff rod.

 Shortly, her body was wracked from one end to the other side with a crash­ing 
or­gasm, and the man be­hind held tightly to her now in his ef­fort to keep his prick from 
be­ing dis­lodged. He let her have the full mo­ment of her glory and waited pa­tiently un­til 
she dropped her ex­hausted body down to the rest­ing place.





CHAPTER SIX


Now that the girl was spent, with her face to the grass, and quiv­er­ing in 
ex­haus­tion on the ground, the Span­iard pulled him­self back to­gether again and began to 
fuck her ass ever so slowly. The girl was still out of fo­cus with the world, and for a while there,
the Span­ish lecher felt as if he were fuck­ing a dy­ing cow.

 So he began to smack and pinch her all along the sides of her body, and es­pe­cially
at her most sens­it­ive spots. Tina was badly weakened from the tre­mend­ous force of her 
own come, but the sharp twinges of pain to her sens­it­ized flesh had the ef­fect of an ice cold
shower on her.

 She forced her­self to new wake­ful­ness, and then strength began to come back to 
her body from some un­known source. But the strength was not com­ing back to her fast 
enough as far as her lover was con­cerned.

 What the slaps and pinches could not do, he was sure a few fin­gers in her cunt 
would. Once again he put his hand un­der body, and this time when he found that her 
fin­gers were still bur­ied in there, he slapped her own hand out of the way. Tina was much 
too weak to fight back about any­thing. Her hand dropped weakly to the ground.

 As soon as he had ac­cess to her hole, the Span­iard pushed his own fat fin­gers 
into there. Three of his made a very tight fit, and soon the girl began to squirm. Once she was 
well settled on the plunging male fin­gers, the Span­iard moved his hand around so that he 
was able to be­gin rub­bing her clit with his thumb.

 “Uh­nnn! You’re driv­ing me crazy!”

 “Not crazy enough, as yet. I will fuck you so hard, that you will crawl back to your 
Mr. Avery.”

 “I don’t care any more. I don’t care if I die this way. Do whatever you want. I want it 
all” Her ass began to shake and gyr­ate once more around his massively swollen prick. He 
began to fuck her with the last vestiges of his own strength now, and his balls slapped hard 
against her ass as he worked to­wards his own crash­ing or­gasm. The fact that every thrust 
was bring­ing him closer to his come made him work all the harder, and his blood gorged 
shaft swelled to the burst­ing point.

 “AAArrrhhh!”

 The man dropped down heav­ily into her for the last time, as his prick began to 
burst forth with his hot gusher. As it began to shoot its load, the man moved it in and out a 
few more times. But now, the go­ing was smooth and slip­pery, as he had already filled her 
rear hole to the brim with white hot cream.

 There was so much of it that it began to spill over the sides of her rectum and trickle
down the crack of her ass, while he con­tin­ued to fuck the last of his load into her. And as he 
did so, his fin­gers gave her a last few tan­tal­iz­ing mo­ments of in­san­ity. But even at his 
last, he was work­ing those fin­gers into her so furi­ously that she came an­other time, even 
though it was a very pi­ti­ful of­fer­ing.

 It seemed like ages be­fore his body fi­nally came to a com­plete halt. And when it 
did, he was still stuck all the way into her, and fell over the girl’s body in such a slump that she
was forced flat on her face in the damp grass.

 It was just as well that she was down there, be­cause the girl was far too ex­hausted 
to sup­port her­self on her hands and knees any longer. As her senses began to gradu­ally 
clear, she real­ized that she had not only ful­filled her end of the bar­gain with Avery. But she 
was sure that she had been an out­stand­ing part­ner for the man, be­cause he was 
strug­gling so hard for breath.

 But that wasn’t all that told her the fuck had been a rous­ing suc­cess. His face was 
purple and sweat­ing, and the grin on his face was worth a speech of ten thou­sand words in 
praise of her tal­ent. He did not take his eyes off her for a mo­ment, not even as he pulled his 
fucked out cock from her slip­pery hole.

 When this task was fi­nally com­pleted, he lay down in the grass next to her and 
tried to take her in his arms. On find­ing that both of them were too weak for an em­brace, 
the man con­ten­ted him­self with merely put­ting his arm across her belly and let­ting it go 
at that.

 By this simple ges­ture, the canny teen­ager could tell that the man was at his peak 
of con­tent­ment. Most of her men had just pulled out of her and left her where she lay, 
in­clud­ing the ones that Avery would set her up with.

 But the Span­ish man had got­ten even more than he had been look­ing for.

 Be­cause he needed so much more than a simple fuck to get him go­ing, and the 
girl had suc­ceeded in spark­ing his jaded senses this one more time. He was hop­ing that his 
present state of virile arousal would stay with him awhile. If not, then he didn’t know what 
kind of cruel lech­ery he would be forced to turn to next.

 If only there were some way he could buy a little time to be with the wild young 
teen­ager again. He was cer­tain that even one more time would send his senses reel­ing 
suf­fi­ciently to last him at least a few months. At that he might even be able to tol­er­ate his 
own ugly wife and spend a few nights at home with her.

 But the only way that might pos­sibly be ac­com­plished was to make some sort of 
a deal with Avery’s hench­man and hope that he might be will­ing to throw in a bo­nus of an 
ex­tra bout with the girl. Still, he was a smart enough busi­ness­man to know that should he 
even have it in his mind that he was look­ing for some­thing, those fin­an­cial vul­tures would
sniff it out, and close right in for the kill.

 He would be left at their mercy, and cer­tainly lose a great deal more of the 
bar­gain than he had planned to. But the girl, the girl was so very ap­pet­iz­ing.

 Now he leaned a little closer to her, and moved his hand up along her body un­til it 
landed on top of one of her little girl’s breasts. Just the thought of his fat wife at home, with 
hair on her face, and a pair of ud­ders that hung all the way down to her waist, was 
naus­eat­ing to him.

 It had been a mar­riage of con­veni­ence, net­ting him the re­mainder of the 
con­trolling shares in his cor­por­a­tion. But ever since the first night that he spent in bed with
her, he was not sure if he had got­ten such a great bar­gain after all.

 In fact, he could trace back his most lech­er­ous crav­ings to the very first fuck that 
he had been forced to share with her. It also happened to be the first and only time in his life 
that he had not been able to get a hard-on the first time around with any wo­man.

 A widow when he mar­ried her, the very least he could have ex­pec­ted was a 
wo­man who might be able to move a little. But she had simply lain back on the bed and 
spread her grot­esquely heavy thighs. Then she closed her eyes and waited to be taken by 
him, cross­ing her­self sev­eral times as if she were a vic­tim at the sac­ri­fi­cial al­tar.

 He had been forced to use his hand nearly to the stran­gu­la­tion point; on that 
oc­ca­sion and on every other, when she some­how man­aged to have him stay in the bed 
with her long enough to try it. Only when his prick was aching, and his balls full to the 
burst­ing point, would he suc­ceed in get­ting him­self into her be­fore he lost his erec­tion.

 Once in there, he simply closed his eyes and pumped away un­til re­lief came. And 
the poor bitch never knew the dif­fer­ence. She could just tell her­self that she had done her 
wifely duty and let it go at that. And she could also tell her­self that her hus­band was still 
faith­ful to her, no mat­ter what the stor­ies she heard around. In such a mod­ern day and 
age, the wife of a man at the top of big busi­ness should have been en­lightened on a great 
many things, in­clud­ing sexu­al­ity.

 But that one still be­lieved that a man was sat­is­fied with a quick roll in the hay 
every couple of weeks, and that a good Cath­olic would never stray from his con­jugal bed. 
On con­fes­sion to him­self, he was sure that many of his es­capades were care­fully 
cal­cu­lated so that they would have to get back to her saintly ears and shock her into ask­ing
him to leave the house.

 So far, he had no such luck with her. His only con­sol­a­tion was that he was hav­ing
him­self a grand old time while he was still try­ing. But a ses­sion like this with such a lovely 
teen­ager only proved to him that his pa­tience with the old witch was wear­ing very thin.

 He played with the girl’s bud­ding tits some more, as if he could take the tingling 
touch of them with him and save it for some lonely night when he was feel­ing down in the 
dumps again. Since he al­ways con­sidered him­self to be a lo­gical man, he ruled out all 
thoughts about sac­ri­fi­cing some part of his busi­ness for some more time with the girl, no 
mat­ter how de­light­ful those thoughts were to him.

 All the time the middle aged man was think­ing about the girl and how miser­able 
the rest of his life was, Tina’s mind had calmed down suf­fi­ciently for some lo­gical thoughts 
of her own. If there ever was go­ing to be a best time to do some talk­ing about busi­ness, 
then this had to be it.

 Tim had cer­tainly re­hearsed her enough times so that she would be able to do the
talk­ing now. If he was still out there watch­ing her, she could just see him try­ing to cue her 
into talk­ing right at that mo­ment. First, the team had ex­pec­ted her to be­have just like the 
kid she really was so that the Span­ish cli­ent would be really turned on.

 And when she had com­pleted her task, and had him hap­pily fill her body with his 
come, she was sup­posed to flick an­other switch and be­come a cool and cal­cu­lat­ing 
ma­ture busi­ness­wo­man. Well, she wasn’t sure that she was go­ing to be able to pull off 
any­thing this big. But they cer­tainly wouldn’t be able to hang her for at least mak­ing a stab 
at it.

 “I’m sorry to spoil this with some shitty talk but-”

 “But what?”

 “Well, I’m sup­posed to say a few things here, but I’m afraid that I’m really not too 
great with grown-up lan­guage.”

 “Then simply tell me in your own words, my dear.”

 “Don’t you think it would be a good idea if you signed those pa­pers that Tim has 
for you?”

 “Are there any good reas­ons that go with that speech?”

 “For­eign trade, tax shel­ters, and-and-”

 “And in­sur­ance. In­sur­ance that my cor­por­a­tion will not be man­euvered into 
ob­li­vion by your mas­ter.”

 “Mas­ter! He’s not my mas­ter, I just work for him. Well, it’s more than that, it’s-”

 “That’s all right, my dear. There’s no need to act in­sul­ted. You will not be the first 
wo­man who played a very im­port­ant role in his­tory.”

 “You’re just try­ing to make me feel good.”

 “The truth of the mat­ter is, I had already de­cided to take Mr. Avery’s of­fer this 
morn­ing.

 “Then why didn’t you sign it?”

 “Be­cause then I would have missed this time with you.”

 “All right, pal. You’ve had it.”

 “What is this?”

 “Mr. Avery doesn’t like to be taken ad­vant­age of.” Tim could eas­ily have 
re­mained where he was in the bushes and given Tina a few more minutes to fumble through 
her speech. If she had not se­cured this gen­tle­man’s prom­ise that he would sign by then, 
Tim would still have had a good chance to strong-arm the man.

 But Tim was a born scout and he could smell a trick from a mile away. This Span­ish 
char­ac­ter had no in­ten­tion of sign­ing un­til he had wrung everything he could out of Tina
and Tim. Be­fore he even had the words out of his mouth, Tim could tell that the man was 
think­ing of get­ting Tina to spend the night with him in his room at the house, or even worse,
claim that he needed an­other day to think the of­fer over.

 One fuck was all the cli­ents got from the girl for a deal of that size. They 
some­times got two if the deal really had some sen­sa­tional re­turns. This one didn’t.

 Tina had her in­struc­tions should it have wound up that he wandered into her 
guest room without hav­ing fucked her be­fore it was time to turn in for the night. She was to 
give him one ses­sion of the fuck of his choice and then kick him the hell out with the 
cus­tom­ary claim of a head­ache. And Tim would be stand­ing out­side the bed­room door 
with pa­pers in hand.

 But they were deal­ing with one hell of a shrewd busi­ness­man, and it cer­tainly 
showed. Tim didn’t like his tac­tics one bit, al­though they were the very same that he would 
have em­ployed un­der the same con­di­tions.

 “Is there any­thing wrong with want­ing to spend a little more time with such a 
charm­ing young lady?”

 “Not at all. If she be­longs to you.”

 “Come now. You are mak­ing it sound as if I only got to fuck her quite by 
ac­ci­dent.”

 “I don’t re­call in­form­ing you that Tina was part of the deal, either in our 
cor­res­pond­ence or to­night.”

 “You’re mak­ing it sound like I dragged the girl out here by force and raped her. 
Which was not the case, of course.”

 “She’s a young kid. A girl like that could be eas­ily swayed by a slick char­ac­ter like 
you.”

 “The lan­guage that you Amer­ic­ans choose leaves a great deal to be de­sired. But 
I get the mean­ing. Black­mail.”

 “Who said any­thing about black­mail? If you want to sneak into this girl’s room 
to­night when your wife can eas­ily catch you, that’s your busi­ness.”

 “Ar­range it that she would have reason to be wan­der­ing the halls at just that 
mo­ment.”

 “Ar­range? Cer­tainly not.”

 “But you don’t deny the rest of it.”

 “I’m not the one who’s mar­ried.”

 “I can see why James Avery pays you that fant­astic salary I’ve been hear­ing about. 
You’re worth every penny.”

 “That’s some­thing I won’t deny.”

 “Tina, my dear. It was nice while it las­ted. Maybe now you see why I called you a 
slave and Avery the mas­ter.”

 “That’s still hard to swal­low.”

 “In a few years, per­haps. Then you will come to un­der­stand that your life is not as 
rosy as it seems.”

 “Enough with the girl now. Get your clothes on, love. Then go straight up to you 
room and lock the door.”

 “All right, Tim.”

 “That’s a good little girl.”

 “You didn’t have to in­struct her to lock the door. Don’t you find me in­tel­li­gent 
enough to know you mean every word you say?”

 “Of course. But you were so busy eye­ing the girl your­self that you didn’t see how 
many other men had the hots for her.”

 “And you are ex­pect­ing every one of my male house guests to run to her room 
and try to get into her bed.”

 “I wouldn’t be at all sur­prised.”

 “Then you un­der­es­tim­ate the Span­ish gen­tle­man. Mosl of them would look 
and think, that is tiue. But the ma­jor­ity would never touch such a young child. I’m afraid that 
a taste for chil­dren is an ad­dic­tion only for the most de­praved of us.”

 “Senor, you’d be sur­prised at just how many of what you call your de­praved kind 
of busi­ness­men there are.”

 “Is that so? Ad here I thought that I was out­stand­ing in that re­spect. I sup­pose I 
will have to try yet an­other per­ver­sion.”

 “If you think you can come up with any­thing on the face of this earth that Avery 
hasn’t tried and can top you out, then you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

 “I’m be­gin­ning to see that.”

 “Shall we get down to busi­ness now? I have all the pa­pers right here in my 
pocket.”

 “Do you sup­pose it would be all right if I at least got my pants on first? It’s start­ing
to get chilly.”

 “It al­ways does when Tina leaves.”

 “Please do not men­tion her name again. I do not like to think about what I can­not 
have.”

 “If you’ll just sign here.”

 And so, the two men con­cluded their deal, and Tim made sure to change the 
sub­ject to a more pleas­ant one as soon as he had the man’s sig­na­ture in all the 
ap­pro­pri­ate places. He even went so far as to in­vite the man to their part of the globe as 
soon as they got back to the es­tate in Con­necti­cut. There was to be a huge formal 
gath­er­ing.

 He was cor­di­ally in­vited, with his wife and en­tour­age of course. Nat­ur­ally 
there would be no men­tion of what had oc­curred out in the gar­dens. Tim had no de­sire to 
break up a mar­riage of so many years. In fact, he had great re­spect for the in­sti­tu­tion of 
mar­riage.

 The in­ane con­ver­sa­tion con­tin­ued un­til they reached the en­trance hall, and 
there the two men par­ted com­pany, shak­ing hands as if they were the best of friends. In 
real­ity, they both had the greatest re­spect for one an­other, but it was not a wise busi­ness 
prac­tice to let too much of that be known.

 Tim’s room was situ­ated just across the hall from Tina’s and when she heard him 
turn­ing the door handle, she un­locked hers.

 “Can I see you for a minute?”

 “What’s the mat­ter, pet?”

 “I can’t sleep.”

 “Some­thing both­er­ing you about the deal we just made? I ad­mit you weren’t so 
great on the up­take, but you got him in the right frame of mind be­fore I closed in, so it’s all 
right.”

 “I wasn’t too sure about how I did. But now that you’ve said it, I guess some­thing 
else must still be both­er­ing me. I’m just so tense and rest­less. I can’t get to sleep.”

 “Are you try­ing to tell me that you don’t know what it is?”

 “If I say no, will you laugh at me?”

 “I’ll try hard not to.”

 “Come on, Tim. I thought you were about the only friend I had in the 
or­gan­iz­a­tion. Now I’m start­ing to won­der about you too.”

 “Well, you don’t have to. Avery said that I was to take good care of you and all your 
needs. And I know just what you need right now. Even if you don’t, little one.”

 “Is fuck­ing sup­posed to be a sure cure for everything?”

 “Just about. And in this case, it def­in­itely is. You just didn’t get enough of it out 
there.”

 “Are you kid­ding? That guy fucked my ass so hard that I was shit­ting blood for 
fif­teen minutes.”

 “But what you didn’t get enough of was lov­ing. A tender young thing like you 
needs af­fec­tion like a bud­ding flower needs wa­ter.”

 “Judging from that last state­ment, I think I just found out who writes Avery’s 
ban­quet speeches,”

 “You guessed it, babe. Now let me through that door and old Tim will take care of 
what ails you.”

 “Do you really mean that about tak­ing care of all my needs? Would you pamper me
if I wanted it that way?”

 “How­ever you want it, little one. We have to have you nice and con­tent for the 
cus­tom­ers.”

 “Then how about crawl­ing right here between my legs and eat­ing me out like a 
good little ser­vant?”

 “To­night you can have it just the way you want it. We will make you the prin­cess 
and me the slave. How’s that for ca­ter­ing to all your wishes. Do I do my job well?”

 “Get that tongue of yours into my cunt and I’ll let you know.” Timothy did the job of
eat­ing the girl into a lather well, as he did every task that he per­formed. He re­mained by 
the girl’s side un­til he was sure that she was fast asleep, and then he left her for his own 
room, ad­just­ing the latch so that it locked be­hind him.

 He had no doubt that at least two of the men who had been at the party were no 
doubt just wait­ing for the house to get quieted down for the night, so they could sneak over 
to the girl’s room. Not that the girl wasn’t avail­able, and on call twenty-four hours a day. But 
Avery would frown upon her be­ing had just for the night’s en­ter­tain­ment of some poor 
slob who didn’t have two nick­els to his name.

 The girl was qual­ity, if still a bit un­pol­ished. But she had been show­ing great 
prom­ise straight along, and the only way to keep up the high qual­ity was to be se­lect­ive 
about her part­ners. Those guys would have to find their kicks else­where.

 When morn­ing came, Tim and Tina made their po­lite good­byes with Tim even 
kiss­ing the Si­gnora’s hand. Now they were on their way to Paris, where Mr. Avery would be 
wait­ing for them. He had closed up the house on the Rivi­era for the rest of the year, and Tim
tried to get the girl into an en­thu­si­astic mood about what lay ahead of them.

 But Tina was feel­ing ex­tremely tired. For the past few months she had been the 
only girl work­ing in Avery’s stable. And while she had been jeal­ous of any who came in for 
even a short while in the past, now she had to ad­mit at least to her­self that she could use 
some help in the fuck­ing de­part­ment. There had to be one young girl out there in no man’s
land that they could train to work along with her.

 And there was more to her de­pres­sion than simple fa­tigue and the pres­sures of 
be­ing cute and cuddly seven days a week. Tina had found a lover in Genevieve, but she knew 
that she had not really found a friend. The wo­man would eat her and teach her to do the 
same.

 She would take her shop­ping and help her choose all the cor­rect things. And 
Genevieve was an ex­cel­lent teacher when it came to the so­cial graces and her French 
les­sons. But she was still more Avery’s as­sist­ant than she was any­thing else.

 The other girls that had been on call for short peri­ods had a great deal more 
free­dom in their time, and they didn’t have to re­port to Avery for every move that was 
made. Also, they were not as am­bi­tious as Genevieve. They were after money all right, and a 
per­man­ent po­s­i­tion as the mis­tress of James Avery.

 But they weren’t after a vice-pres­id­ency as Genevieve ad­mit­ted that she was. To 
even have a chance at it, she would have to go over Tim’s head, and a feat like that would take
some do­ing. A wo­man with such high goals in mind would stop at noth­ing in her at­tempt 
to get the seat that she wanted. Friend­ship was a lux­ury that she could not af­ford.

 A girl her own age within a year or so, could be just such a friend for her. And she 
wouldn’t mind shar­ing Avery, Tim or any­thing else that the girl wanted, so long as she was 
really a friend. Then they could work to­gether as a team, shar­ing the work and the kicks.

 Tina wouldn’t have to worry about the girl tak­ing over her ter­rit­ory, be­cause they
would di­vide it up as they saw fit. Avery could get some­thing good out of it too, since 
work­ing as a team would no doubt get fant­astic res­ults with hard-nosed busi­ness­man like
the Span­ish char­ac­ter or worse.

 As the plane came down in Orly air­port, Tina made up her mind to find a second 
when she could dis­cuss the pos­sib­il­ity with Tim. Now if she only could get the right words 
to­gether so he wouldn’t think she was look­ing for some­thing for her­self.

 Tina had seen too many broads thrown out of the or­gan­iz­a­tion for show­ing 
am­bi­tion in the wrong places.





CHAPTER SEVEN


It proved to be sev­eral weeks be­fore Tina had a chance to sug­gest to Tim that it 
might be time to take on an­other girl. Both he and Avery were busy get­ting some new 
pro­jects into the works, and for a while there it looked like even Tina was not go­ing to be 
needed. Even Genevieve was busy plane hop­ping from city to city and see­ing that all of the 
cor­res­pond­ence was at­ten­ded.

 As the days dragged into yet an­other week, Tina began to feel loneli­ness on top of
all her other frus­tra­tions. Fi­nally she begged for a shop­ping trip, just for the chance to be 
out of the house, and Avery de­cided that Tim should go along as treas­urer. As an act of 
des­per­a­tion, she told him how much she wished that she could at least have a girl­friend 
her own age.

 Tina let it go at that in­no­cent state­ment be­cause she ran out of cour­age 
be­fore she could get to the part about the girl shar­ing her own du­ties. She guessed it came
out that way be­cause right then it felt like what she needed more than any­thing else in the 
world.

 “All right. We’ll get you a little girl all your own. How’s that?”

 “You make it sound like I’m a dyke look­ing for a girl­friend.”

 “That was what it soun­ded like to me.”

 “For shit’s sake, Tim. You mean even you can’t re­mem­ber that I’m not even fif­teen
years old yet? How old are you, any­way? Maybe too old to re­mem­ber that it’s nice to have 
a friend some­times?”

 “Okay. You don’t have to get hys­ter­ical. Go into that store and spend your little 
heart out. I’ll see what I can do about hav­ing a nice sur­prise for you by to­night.”

 The shrewd as­sist­ant dis­ap­peared then, and Tina went hap­pily about her 
shop­ping. Not only did she know that Tim al­ways kept his word about mat­ters that 
con­cerned her, but he was also very good about se­cur­ing wo­men and girls. After all, he 
was the one who se­lec­ted her.

 So she thought no more about it for the rest of the af­ter­noon and spent a great 
deal of money on the funky new Paris styles that she was al­ways drool­ing over in the 
fash­ion magazines. Dress­ing in that style of clothes was one way in which she could re­tain a
small part of her own per­son­al­ity and still please Avery and Cox. For spe­cial oc­ca­sions 
the clothes were pur­chased for her. But for the rest of the time she was Tina, the sexy 
teen­ager, and every­one was happy about it, es­pe­cially Tina.

 There were still two hours be­fore din­ner when she and Tim ar­rived back at the 
house. He was hur­ried into a con­fer­ence with Avery, and Tina sup­posed it was more of the 
end­less busi­ness de­tails that con­sumed so much of their time. This af­ter­noon it was just 
fine with her, though. She could spend the two hours try­ing on all her great new clothes and 
play­ing some of the rock al­bums that Tim had im­por­ted from the States just for her.

 Only one thing was miss­ing to com­plete a very happy af­ter­noon for her. It would
have been nice to be shar­ing it with a friend. All she could do was hope that Tim had kept his
word and there would be a won­der­ful sur­prise await­ing her at din­ner.

 When she fi­nally made the earth-shat­ter­ing de­cision of which of her kicky new 
out­fits to wear down­stairs, Tina met the usual gath­er­ing in the din­ing room and 
im­me­di­ately saw a new, and very young fem­in­ine face in the group. She was in­tro­duced
as Nanette, and there were no ex­plan­a­tions given for her pres­ence. Tina did not ask for 
any.

 The kiss that Tim blew across the room in her dir­ec­tion was all the ex­plan­a­tion 
ne­ces­sary. Nanette was his gift to her. For this reason it was all Tina could do to con­tain 
her­self and be­have de­cently at the table. She was very anxious to get to know the girl as 
soon as pos­sible.

 She es­pe­cially wanted to find out how they two would get along. It wouldn’t be so
easy to get this one ditched if she didn’t like her, es­pe­cially since it was Tina her­self who 
made the re­quest. But from what she could tell at din­ner, which was very little, the girl 
seemed sweet and laughed a lot. It was, to say the least, a good start.

 After dessert was served, all the other staff mem­bers who rated high enough to 
have din­ner at the Avery table, in­clud­ing Genevieve, were sig­nalled to leave for parts 
un­known. The older French wo­man cast one back­ward, and very en­vi­ous glance in Tina’s 
dir­ec­tion and then left the room, clos­ing the doors be­hind her.

 Tina knew what that glance meant all too well. Genevieve would have liked the tasty
little treat for her­self. For the mo­ment Tina couldn’t even tell if she was go­ing to get some 
time with the girl. The two teen­agers had been left in the pri­vacy of the closed din­ing room 
and ad­join­ing patio with Avery and Tim. It was im­possible to tell what the two men had in 
mind.

 All dur­ing din­ner Tina had been very anxious to make con­ver­sa­tion with the 
new­comer to the group. But now that she was left alone with her and the two men, she was 
sud­denly at a loss for words.

 What Tina had not learned as yet was that Tim had been scout­ing this par­tic­u­lar 
girl ever since they ar­rived in Paris. She had been re­com­men­ded by a cer­tain French 
dip­lo­mat who knew well the sort of en­ter­tain­ment that Avery liked to provide for his 
guests. Since the French­man had been el­ev­ated to his latest lofty po­s­i­tion with the 
gov­ern­ment, the girl Nanette had be­come ex­tremely risky busi­ness for him.

 Rather than see her go to waste in some cheap brothel, he thought of 
re­com­mend­ing her to Avery. The girl had been picked up as an orphan waif off the streets, 
and would no doubt be grate­ful for even the crumbs of fin­an­cial sup­port. Still, as highly 
re­com­men­ded as she was to them, she had to un­dergo the scru­tiny of Avery’s as­sist­ant 
be­fore she could even gain ac­cess to the house.

 It was a stead­fast rule of the Avery em­pire, and the weeks that she was be­ing 
watched in bis­tros and other night­spots around town, look­ing for pickups that would at 
least get her a din­ner and maybe a clean bed would now be made up to her.

 Avery called the girl to his side just then as he was as newly ac­quain­ted with her as
was Tina. As the girl crossed the room to speak with Avery, Tim made his way across to stand 
be­side Tina at the ter­race win­dows. She was very fond of gar­dens, and the one at the 
Parisian es­tate dated back to Louis IV.

 She could stand at the win­dow for hours and ima­gine what it had been like to live 
in the house dur­ing that period, and fill her days with royal splendor. Timothy fi­nally broke 
her trance.

 “Does she meet with your ap­proval?”

 “I didn’t know I was be­ing al­lowed to pass on this one.”

 “Well, I’m telling you now. We brought her into the house just for you. If you don’t 
Jike her, all you have to do is say so.”

 “I still don’t know. I haven’t had much of a chance to talk with her. She’s really 
pretty.”

 “At least she’s got that go­ing for her.”

 “Look, I’m not try­ing to be catty. She’s seems nice enough so far. I’m just not used 
to the French ways yet.”

 “I’ll check back with you at bed­time. Okay?”

 “Yeah. That’s a great time for check­ing into things.”

 “Now, now. This is Avery’s ter­rit­ory and you know it as well as I do. I only take care 
of for­eign needs.”

 “I haven’t for­got­ten. I just thought I’d throw in that little dig for good meas­ure.”

 “Say, Tim. Nanette had made an ex­cel­lent sug­ges­tion. Why don’t you get out the
Mer­cedes, and the four of us can go into town and visit some of these el­eg­ant night spots 
that people like me are sup­posed to visit all the time.”

 “Yes, sir. An ex­cel­lent idea.”

 “Shall I take Nanette up to change? She looks just about my size. Per­haps one of 
the new things?”

 “I’m fine the way I am. But thank you for the of­fer.”

 “Yes, that was kind of you. But if I am sup­posed to be as rich and ec­cent­ric as they
say I am, then I see no reason why we shouldn’t go just as we are. Really shock them.”

 “Funck clothes to an el­eg­ant bis­tro. Mr. Avery, you cer­tainly do have a lot of 
class.”

 “Money also buys cour­age, little one.”

 “I can see that all right.”, “And you, Nanette. What do you think?”

 “I think you’re su­per. All of you.”

 “Then it sounds like we’re all set to have ourselves a great time. Ladies, the car 
awaits.”

 “How el­eg­ant, Tim.”

 “I al­ways put on my best man­ners around lovely young ladies.” - Tina was wise to 
the con­stant flat­tery routine. But Nanette did have that hungry look about it. It seemed as if 
she was starved for everything, in­clud­ing ex­cite­ment. Tina wondered if they found her in 
the Paris equi­val­ent of the kind of life that she had been lead­ing in the States her­self.

 She could re­mem­ber that wide-eyed ex­pres­sion when she was in­tro­duced to 
the first of Avery’s fab­ulous pieces of real es­tate. And how she had eaten much too fast at all
those gour­met din­ners. But at that time, they were ex­pect­ing her to be the per­fect little 
lady in pub­lic, and the low­est of sluts up in the bed­room.

 Nanette, it seemed, was simply ex­pec­ted to be her­self. If she ac­ted crude or 
im­ma­ture, that was quite all right with the men. And when she did some­thing that seemed 
cute or fem­in­ine, well, they just fell into all sorts of ec­stasy. Tina found that she could very 
eas­ily hate the girl, and they hadn’t even got­ten into town yet.

 But that wasn’t be­ing very fair to Nanette and Tina knew it. It wasn’t the girl’s fault 
if the men seemed to be fall­ing all over her, and mak­ing all sorts of con­ces­sions. Maybe 
Avery had changed his style since Tina came to him. If it wasn’t that, then maybe Tim had not 
been put­ting her on when he said the girl was just along for her own en­ter­tain­ment.

 Just then, Tina happened to look down, and she could see the way the girl’s hands 
were shak­ing as she sat next to her in the back seat of the car. She seemed so frightened and
so very vul­ner­able. On im­pulse, Tina put her own hand down and took the girl’s into hers.

 Nanette looked grate­fully into her face, and Tina broke out into a big smile. She 
saw at once that Nanette could truly be a friend to her, if she would just give her a chance.

 The friend­ship was be­gun in the back seat of the Mer­cedes, and all went up­hill 
from then on and through the din­ner. Once Tina stopped wor­ry­ing so much about the girl, 
she cast her happy ex­ter­ior across the rest of the four­some, and they all re­laxed and 
star­ted to en­joy them­selves.

 They stopped first for a late snack of cheese souffle and wine, at a res­taur­ant that 
was re­por­ted to serve the best souffle in all of France. When the waiter brought the check, 
they all agreed that it de­served its repu­ta­tion and more.

 Right from the start, Nanette had not been sure of what she could ex­pect at Avery’s
place, or where she stood with either one of the men. The am­bas­sador had told her to be 
nice to Tim and it might prove to be worth her while. And that was all the in­form­a­tion she 
had to go on.

 Her own street cun­ning for sur­vival, and the Avery name were enough for her to 
try her best, though. The older man had been known to have girls like her­self brought to him 
for a few weeks of fun and games. Nanette had used up the last of the cash that the 
am­bas­sador had given her in part­ing the week be­fore. In her present po­s­i­tion, even a 
week­end at the Avery es­tate would be a gift from heaven.

 She had not heard that his latest mis­tress was a girl just a year older than her­self. 
Of course she should not have been sur­prised after the last six months that she had spent 
with the am­bas­sador. Un­til that time she had be­lieved that grown men only kept grown 
wo­men around the house.

 The few men that she had slept with for food and lodging had been the sort of 
drunken louts that she knew were in­cap­able of any kind of dis­crim­in­a­tion. And so, un­til 
the am­bas­sador had picked her up out of the gut­ter as his car was passing by, Nanette had 
be­lieved that only the low­est slime of man­hood would touch a girl child.

 The am­bas­sador had been every inch the gen­tle­man with her. And while he did 
not have too much time to spend at the fur­nished room that he put her in, he treated her 
very well. So now, she could only ex­pect that she would re­ceive the same sort of treat­ment 
at the hands of a man like Avery.

 But she had learned yet an­other les­son on the streets of Paris. And that was never 
to take any­thing for gran­ted. For the mo­ment, she would simply be grate­ful for the good 
food and the good com­pany. What puzzled her the most was Tim’s po­s­i­tion with Avery.

 She could see that the older man was very fond of his teen­age mis­tress, and 
Nanette could safely hope that should she be taken in by the fam­ous man for any length of 
time that she would at least be treated de­cently. But Tim did not act any­thing like the paid 
as­sist­ant that he was sup­posed to be.

 Nanette could see by the way Tina gave equal time to both men that the 
re­la­tion­ship of the three was some­thing more than a busi­ness one. Per­haps the men had
been per­sonal friends be­fore they be­came as­so­ci­ated in busi­ness. But the girl’s 
close­ness to Tim was some­thing she couldn’t put to­gether with the rest of it.

 Could it be that Tina was giv­ing a little ac­tion to Avery’s as­sist­ant on the side? Of
course, that was a pos­sib­il­ity to the mind of even one so young as Nanette. It could just be 
that there was no room at all for the likes of Nanette in their com­pany.

 And yet there .was the un­deni­able friend­li­ness that Tina kept send­ing her way 
by vi­bra­tions. Maybe the girl would not be the selfish sort she had come across in the past, 
and be will­ing to spread a little of the wealth around. That re­mained to be seen.

 Hav­ing reached the limit of their en­joy­ment at the side­walk res­taur­ant, the 
quar­tet moved on to a cer­tain night­spot that Nanette had been rav­ing about ever since 
din­ner. Ac­cord­ing to her, it was where all the chic people went. And nat­ur­ally Avery and 
his en­tour­age had to be seen there at least once be­fore they left Paris for their next 
des­tin­a­tion. They de­cided to take the young girl’s ad­vice.

 The room was packed past ca­pa­city when they entered. And the crowd ap­peared 
to be just as ad­vert­ised. It was a com­bin­a­tion of celebrit­ies, dip­lo­mats, and the wealthy 
of Paris and other stra­tegic points in Europe. In fact, the room was so full that no one seemed
to even no­tice they were there. The blessed an­onym­ity did not last long, how­ever.

 All it took was one colum­nist who made it his busi­ness to no­tice people in Avery’s
strata, and soon there was a size­able crowd try­ing to get a peek at them. Avery and Tim had 
been hop­ing that an el­eg­ant crowd such as that would be above gawk­ing, but it turned 
out that they were quite wrong.

 Be­cause of this, the zest for the en­tire even­ing was taken out of the quar­tet and 
they de­cided to drive back to the es­tate rather than risk the same dis­ap­point­ment at any 
of the other places that the girl had men­tioned. Just for ap­pear­ances, Tim made all the 
cus­tom­ary re­marks to the girl.

 “Is it late for you? We can drop you some­where along the way, if it would be more 
con­veni­ent.”

 “No, it’s not late at all for me. To tell the truth, there’s nobody who would even miss 
me.

 “Then you must be our guest at the es­tate.”

 “No, I couldn’t ac­cept such an of­fer.”

 “Oh please, Nanette. I’d love for you to stay. It’s been so long since I had any 
com­pany my own age.”

 “You see now? It’s un­an­im­ous. You must be our guest. At least for this one night. 
To­mor­row will take care of it­self.” Nanette stammered a bit, but she could not come up with
any­thing else to say. The of­fer had been far too gen­er­ous, and the girl much too hungry’ 
for the creature com­forts to even pre­tend to re­fuse. There-had been the ob­vi­ous 
over­tone of some­thing a great deal more per­sonal hap­pen­ing between the four of them, 
but so far this pos­sib­il­ity was still only in Nanette’s ima­gin­a­tion.

 The girl was fully pre­pared to come across with just about any­thing either one of 
the men de­sired of her. Whichever one she would up with, it wasn’t go­ing to be much of a 
sac­ri­fice on her part. They were both good-look­ing men and had the ma­ture im­age that 
she had grown to need.

 Her hun­ger for the father she had never known had drawn her to older men from 
the very be­gin­ning. If only for the half hour or so that she was in bed with them, even the 
low­est of them, Nanette could feel that she was re­ceiv­ing a father’s love.

 “Yes, I really would love to spend some time at the es­tate. It all looked so 
beau­ti­ful, at least what I saw of it.”

 “And now you shall see a great deal more.” The Mer­cedes swung into the long 
drive­way then, and the girl gaped at the lighted ex­panse of lawn and man­i­cured gar­dens 
that sur­roun­ded the en­tire es­tate. She had been much too nervous on the way out for 
din­ner to take in very much of it. But now she could tell that the es­tate was very close to the 
size and style of a palace.

 All four went straight into the smal­ler par­lor, feel­ing that the liv­ing room was 
much too formal for an in­tim­ate group such as theirs. With Tim’s help, Tina fell into the role 
of the host­ess.

 Tim mixed light cock­tails, and Tina served the crys­tal glasses on a sil­ver tray. 
Nanette’s hand was trem­bling so much as she ex­ten­ded, that Tina had to grasp her wrist 
firmly be­fore she put the glass into it. She flashed the girl a smile of re­as­sur­ance along 
with the steady­ing grip, and felt Nanette calm down im­me­di­ately.

 Every time that Tina looked at Tim, she was sure that he was think­ing of the new 
girl in a much more than pla­cid man­ner. There was a cer­tain gleam in his eye that she had 
come to know in the past few months. It was the ap­prais­ing look of a buyer in­spect­ing a 
piece of mer­chand­ise. And he ap­par­ently liked what he was look­ing over very much.

 And then she saw Avery give him one of their spe­cial private sig­nals, and Tim went
into an act that she had not seen be­fore. Sud­denly, he downed the full con­tents of his drink
and began to stag­ger around the room as if he were be­com­ing drunk. The act was 
ex­tremely con­vin­cing to all ex­cept those who knew Tim had never got­ten drunk in his life.

 Tina was sure that Nanette fell for the act, how­ever. And she was the one that it 
was be­ing per­formed for. But as yet Tina could not dis­cover why. It wasn’t the first time that
she had been ex­pec­ted to par­ti­cip­ate in some man­euver without be­ing briefed. But it 
was the first time that the man­euver was be­ing used on an un­sus­pect­ing young girl.

 Whatever she had been hop­ing to ac­com­plish by way of friend­ship with the girl 
her­self, Tina could now see that her turn would have to come later on, if at all that even­ing. 
It was ob­vi­ous that the men had some mis­chiev­ous plans for her, and that Tina was 
ex­pec­ted to play along and re­main in the shad­ows at all other times.

 Resign­ing her­self to her fate for the even­ing, the surly young girl walked over to 
the trio who were now seated all huddled to­gether on the sofa fa­cing the gar­dens.

 “Is this all the fun you had planned for the even­ing, Tim? I re­mem­ber your 
prom­ise of a sur­prise.”

 “You have part of it already, my little one. As for the rest of it, I think this is a good 
time to be­gin.”

 “Would you be­lieve Tina that even I do not know what kind of sur­prise Tim has 
planned for us?”

 “Frankly, yes. I didn’t think any­one could sur­prise you, Mr. Avery. Tim must be 
some­thing ex­tra spe­cial.”

 “Only in this in­stance. And it is of course at my own re­quest.”

 “Of course.” And then Mr. Avery began to slur his speech as well, pre­tend­ing that 
the li­quor was also get­ting to him, if a little late. It would nat­ur­ally have to be that way, 
Tina re­marked to her­self. Never let it be said that Avery got drunk be­fore one of his staff 
did.’.

 “You three wait here un­til I call for you. I have some­thing to set up in the lib­rary.”

 “That sounds fas­cin­at­ing.”

 “It cer­tainly will be.”

 Tim went off to his work then, and Tina tried to make light con­ver­sa­tion but 
failed. In­stead of that, she offered the two re­main­ing mem­bers of the four­some an­other 
drink, and that worked out much bet­ter as a solu­tion to Fill the wait­ing time.

 “I’m already now.”

 “Come this way, Nanette. Whenever Tim works out a sur­prise for us, it is al­ways 
top notch.”

 The shrewd as­sist­ant ushered the three into a darkened lib­rary and led each one 
to the seat that he had se­lec­ted for them. As he had planned it, Tina was seated on one side 
of the new­est mem­ber of the lusty band, and Avery was seated on the other.

 Then Tim went to the back of the room and could not be seen for sev­eral 
mo­ments. Sud­denly a light began to beam from over their shoulders, and they could see 
that a movie screen had been set up in front of them. The cam­era equip­ment in­cluded 
sound, and in just a few seconds the seated trio found them­selves watch­ing the open­ing 
color scenes of a film in the French lan­guage.

 Tina was sud­denly grate­ful for all the French les­sons she had re­ceived 
pre­vi­ously, be­cause it was too dark to make out what the film was about just from the faces
of the other spec­tat­ors. As soon as the title ran across the screen, and the first scene opened
to de­pict a man and two young girls, both of whom he was be­hav­ing very ar­dent 
to­wards, Tina got the ex­act mean­ing of the film.

 She also picked up on the little drunken act that the two men had been put­ting on 
pre­vi­ously. They meant to se­duce the young girl into some sort of a com­bin­a­tion 
in­clud­ing Tina, and very likely ex­clud­ing Tim. No doubt the film was meant to in­spire her 
un­con­sciously, so that when the time came for the real thing, she would not be frightened 
off.

 Un­seen by Nanette in the dark­ness by Nanette, Tim sneaked up to Tina’s side and 
whispered that she was ex­pec­ted to turn the girl on a little. There was no way that she could 
an­swer Tim. Her duty was to com­ply and ask no ques­tions. She did have one thing to help 
her through it. The memory of her own sweet se­duc­tion by Genevieve was still fresh and 
stark in her mind. How could Nanette pos­sibly be of­fen­ded if she did the same with her, 
and ever more sweetly be­cause of the close­ness of their ages?

 Both she and Avery had moved closer to the girl in the in­tim­ate at­mo­sphere of 
the dark­ness. And now that Tina had her in­struc­tions, she moved her­self even closer so 
that her thigh was press­ing against Nanette’s own. The girl was fully aware of the press­ing 
bod­ies, and un­con­sciously tensed against the un­known.

 But when she sud­denly felt a hand creep­ing across her left thigh, her mouth went 
dry with fear. The hand com­ing from that dir­ec­tion could only be­long to the other girl. She
was sure that Tina had picked up a lot of freaky sexual skills in the em­ploy of Avery, but she 
had never ex­pec­ted that les­bi­an­ism was one of them.

 Per­haps the girl had this in­clin­a­tion on her own, and had not been trained in it at
all. Could she have been so taken by Nanette that she was will­ing to risk dis­cov­ery in such 
close quar­ters? Her mind was be­ing quickly filled with too many ques­tions, and she tried to 
clear them out of her mind by now look­ing at what was go­ing, on in the movie.

 Her hand flew to her mouth in shocked sur­prise when she saw the trio un­dress­ing
in the film. And then the two girls star­ted to kiss and fondle each other while the man 
stroked his prick and smiled hap­pily upon them, the mean­ing of it all was too clear to her 
now to ig­nore.

 While it was all sym­bolic, Nanette was not so na­ive that she was un­able to make 
the con­nec­tion between the three un­known parties and an­other real trio which in­cluded 
her­self. If this was to a test of her des­per­a­tion, then it cer­tainly was go­ing to a good one.

 It could very well be that all she had to do was prove to them that she could be 
coun­ted on to act­ively par­ti­cip­ate in whatever they came up with, and she was then 
in­cluded into their group for some period of time. Well, mak­ing it with a girl and a couple of
men as well couldn’t be all that bad. Cer­tainly the dim pro­spects of any more nights on the 
streets was far worse.

 But she was never the less, ex­tremely frightened of the un­known, as any young girl
in her po­s­i­tion would be. How she wished for the com­fort­ing un­der­stand­ing of the 
am­bas­sador. At a mo­ment like this, when she didn’t know what to do about some­thing, he
would take her up on his knee. Then she would lay her head against his chest and bare her 
soul to him.

 Even if he could not sup­ply her with an an­swer, just to be able to talk it all out 
would make her feel so good about her­self that she would be able to work out her own 
solu­tions. And now he was gone from her life, and Nanette was left on her own.

 She thought that it would be best to try and get her­self into the spirit of things by 
watch­ing more of the movie. Sexual ex­cite­ment had al­ways helped her to get over her 
fears in the past, and she hoped that it would be an aid to her now.

 The film by this time had pro­gressed to the point where the three char­ac­ters 
in­volved were na­ked, and frantic­ally play­ing with each other’s bod­ies. The ac­tion was 
mov­ing along so swiftly that it was dif­fi­culty for a time to make out whose hands were on 
whose body.

 Every so of­ten the cam­era would train in on the lower por­tion of the three 
bod­ies, and Nanette would find her­self be­ing treated to a bird’s eye view of a pair of cunts 
fram­ing a rap­idly harden­ing prick. At least when they were show­ing this view, and all she 
could see was hands and gen­it­als, she could try not to fig­ure out if it was the girls at any 
time play­ing with one an­other, as it was her own par­ti­cip­a­tion with Tina that es­pe­cially 
frightened her. She did not know if she could be an act­ive par­ti­cipant.

 But when the cam­era went back to show­ing full views, there was no deny­ing that 
the girls were ex­tremely pas­sion­ate to­wards one an­other. It was the man who seemed to 
be hav­ing dif­fi­culty mak­ing his pres­ence in the scene known. Every now and then he 
would push his way between them and be­gin to use his own hands on both of their cunts.

 This was a pleas­ure that they al­lowed him, as it gave them an op­por­tun­ity to 
fondle each other’s breasts. Nanette was soon so en­grossed in the ac­tion on the screen, that
she stopped pay­ing at­ten­tion to what the people on either side of her were do­ing.

 That was un­til she felt them press­ing even more tightly against her. Since Tina had
been briefed that she was to be the ma­jor ag­gressor with the girl, she worked her hand, 
which had lain on top of the girl’s thigh all this time, up­wards to­wards her crotch.

 When her hand reached its des­tin­a­tion, Tina began to rub the girl’s cunt up and 
down through the silky fab­ric of her tight pants. She dis­covered at once that the girl was 
wear­ing no panties. Rather than it be­ing a state­ment of her sexual in­di­vidu­al­ity, Tina 
guessed it was more a ques­tion of the girl hav­ing run out of clean un­der­wear and no place
to wash what she did have for sev­eral days. At any rate, it cer­tainly was a con­veni­ence on 
that even­ing, as Tina was sure the men would be most anxious to have at her young body 
once the go­ing got hot and heavy.

 When Avery heard the girl be­gin to sigh and tremble with rising emo­tion, he 
de­cided that it was high time he got into the act him­self. He was sure that the girl was 
pay­ing strict at­ten­tion to what Tina was do­ing to her, and his own in­tru­sion on her 
per­son would take her com­pletely by sur­prise.

 It could not have worked out bet­ter for his own tastes, as he wished for an­other 
teen­ager that would be good in bed, but wanted the ex­cite­ment of se­du­cing one that still
had some in­no­cence left to her, in the same bar­gain. Even in the dark­ness he could make 
out the dir­ec­tion of the girl’s moan­ing lips. They were fa­cing Tina, as if she wanted to kiss 
the girl, but was afraid to try it.

 Stealth­ily his hand crept across the up­per por­tion of her body, and sud­denly 
plunged down­ward when it reached the deep V plunge of her sweater. He was happy to find 
that her bud­ding young breasts were firm enough for her to go around without a bra, just as 
Tina did.

 As soon as his hand pushed all the way down to her cleav­age, he thrilled to the 
touch of tender young meat, and a pair of nipples that hardened in­stantly against his palm. 
By pulling and tug­ging a bit, he was able to get part of the sweater off her shoulder enough 
to bare the breast that was nearest to him.

 The breast was still too small and ju­ven­ile in shape to lift, but he was more than 
con­tent to simply be rub­bing it back and forth with the palm of his hand. Then he reached 
across be­hind the girl and touched Tina’s shoulder. When she looked down and saw that 
Avery was try­ing to un­dress the girl from the top down, she quickly began to tug at her side 
of the sweater.

 With the two of them pulling up­wards now, the girl could do noth­ing but al­low 
them to pull her arms up­wards as well, and the sweater was quickly pulled over her head, and
tossed to the car­pet.

 Avery felt his prick pos­it­ively throb­bing with wild ex­cite­ment at the ter­rific new 
way Tim had de­veloped for him to se­duce a girl. Even though he was crazy with 
an­ti­cip­a­tion for hop­ping into bed with the two young girls, the man found one second to 
make a men­tal note and give his as­sist­ant a sub­stan­tial raise in pay.

 Tim was already mak­ing more than most cor­por­ate ex­ec­ut­ives in the en­tire 
United States, but Avery was sure that none of them had ever been called upon to per­form a 
cre­at­ive task such as his latest achieve­ment. It was a shame that he would have to re­main 
on the side­lines for this one, but then Avery al­ways made the sex he missed up to him at 
other times.

 This item now settled in his mind, Avery turned his full at­ten­tion back to the young
girl. He grasped the trem­bling hand and brought it down to his own jam­packed crotch. He 
felt her fin­gers touch down hard on his massive erec­tion, and then they tensed with shock at
the size of him.

 Well, he had been through that be­fore with young girls. She would be frightened at
the size of him at first, but then she would learn to love it. Every wo­man did. Strain­ing in the 
dark­ness, he picked up on the wild-eyed ex­pres­sion that her face had taken as she 
con­tin­ued to watch the screen, even while her body was be­ing mo­les­ted bn both sides by
a male and a fe­male. It was ob­vi­ous that she was grow­ing high with sexual ex­cite­ment, 
and the pas­sion­ate scene in full liv­ing color on the screen be­fore her aroused her even 
more.

 The man in the movie was fin­ger­ing the both of them frantic­ally, while one of 
them gobbled down his prick, and he sucked on the tits of the other. Avery had to ad­mit that
both girls on the screen were very tasty ap­pet­izers, and he wouldn’t mind sampling them 
him­self. It wouldn’t take too much work to find out who had made the film and then ob­tain 
the girls.

 And so an­other men­tal note was made and sor­ted away, even as the man felt his 
balls churn­ing frantic­ally with a call that would have to be answered very soon. Avery was in 
such strict con­trol of all his fac­ulties that he could handle a mil­lion dol­lar trans­ac­tion and
plot the phys­ical down­fall of some un­sus­pect­ing fe­male at pre­cisely the same time.

 And neither one of the two di­verse strategies lost any­thing for be­ing so di­vided. 
Right now the girl in the middle was mov­ing along rather well, and he was as sure of this 
suc­cess as he was of any­thing else he en­deavored to ac­com­plish. Avery never failed at 
any­thing.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Nanette was get­ting so wild on what was hap­pen­ing to her from both sides that 
she began to won­der if there had been some sort of drug in one of those drinks that they 
kept for­cing down her throat. It was the only ex­plan­a­tion she could give her­self for the 
way she was will­ingly mov­ing her hand up and down along Avery’s bul­ging crotch.

 The prick she was rub­bing against throbbed like the live thing that it was. In this 
mo­ment that was like an erotic fantasy to her, Nanette could eas­ily be­lieve that Avery’s 
prick was a wild thing with a mind of its own. It was as if all she had to do was un­cover it, and
the thing would strike to at­tack her.

 If this was so, then she should be frightened of it. And yet her hand was at that very 
mo­ment un­zip­ping the man’s pants and reach­ing in­side them to search for what she 
feared so much. Avery’s prick was so big and hard that it had already poked through his 
shorts, by the time her hand got to them. As soon as her hand reached in­side his pants, it 
touched pay­dirt.

 It swelled in­cred­ibly at just the touch of her fin­ger­tips, as Avery felt a spurt of hot
fire shot through his en­tire body. The won­der­ful shock of it made him drop his mouth to 
her tit, and take a nibble at the tiny crim­son point that was her nipple. Tim had ap­peared 
from out of nowhere, and waited un­til the girl was so over­whelmed by mouths and hands 
that she could not struggle as he pulled her pants down off her legs.

 Once this was down, he faded into the wood­work once more. While it seemed that 
he was merely run­ning the pro­jector and oth­er­wise be­ing nonex­ist­ent, what Tim was 
really do­ing was tak­ing stills of the activ­it­ies in the front row with a spe­cial cam­era.

 He would train the lens and then wait un­til Avery’s face was turned aside. Then he 
would shoot the ac­tion so that the girl’s faces could be clearly seen and the man 
an­onym­ous. The pic­tures were in­ten­ded to arouse pro­spect­ive cli­ents who might be 
moved by that sort of thing, and leave it so that they could pro­ject their own laces into the 
shots and ima­gine what it would be like as that very man.

 There wasn’t a soul in the room still look­ing at the screen, as the ac­tion go­ing on 
in the lib­rary was much more ex­cit­ing. The pro­jector kept run­ning, but it only served for 
at­mo­sphere now. Avery kept tap­ping and pinch­ing Tina into the kind of ac­tion that he 
wanted from her on the girl. Prod­ded as she was by her boss, and mas­ter, Tina soon had her
fin­gers fly­ing in and out of the teen­age cunt.

 In a de­li­rium of con­fused pleas­ure, the girl simply threw her head back and 
sur­rendered her will and her body to them. They were all for get­ting her so ex­cited that just
the sug­ges­tion of get­ting into a bed with the two of them would send her run­ning up the 
stairs. Just then the over­whelmed girl fell into a dead faint.

 What would be the next move?

 Seiz­ing the op­por­tun­ity, Tim rushed fore­ward and swooped the un­con­scious 
girl into his arms. Then he car­ried her up­stairs to the mas­ter bed­room, and flicked the 
switch that il­lu­min­ated all the mir­rors moun­ted on walls and ceil­ings.

 The na­ked girl was laid gently in the cen­ter of the bed, and then Tina and Avery 
rushed out of their own cloth­ing. Tina would have to wait un­til the three of them be­came 
totally en­grossed in their mu­tual pleas­ure be­fore he began to shoot film again. For the 
sake of con­veni­ence, there were cam­eras fully loaded and ready to shoot in every room 
in­clud­ing his own and the bath­rooms.

 “Work on her some more.”

 “Do I go it alone?”

 “I’ll be right here by your side. I just want to watch the ac­tion for a while. Call it one 
of my per­ver­sions.”

 “You’re the mas­ter.”

 “Don’t tell me that you aren’t get­ting a little some­thing out of this. I don’t go for 
li­ars.”

 “I ad­mit it’s a kick, but I’d much rather have you.”

 “The per­fect an­swer.”

 “Is this more of my train­ing?”

 “Pre­cisely.”

 “Then let me at it. I want to get per­fect grades.”

 “Atta girl. And en­joy it while you’re at it.”

 “I don’t need an or­der for that.” Tina fell down on the girl now, and im­me­di­ately 
took her into a tor­rid em­brace. When she opened her mouth and began to soulkiss the girl. 
Avery moved him­self as close as he could without dis­turb­ing what the two girls were 
do­ing.

 With his body propped up by pil­lows, the mil­lion­aire cas­u­ally took his prick in 
hand and began to stroke him­self as coolly as an­other man might puff on a ci­gar. In truth, 
he fan­cied him­self the ar­rog­ant Don Juan of the busi­ness world who could take his 
pleas­ure at will or leave it. But his body even­tu­ally be­trayed him on these mat­ters.

 All he had to do was look at the scene be­fore him or watch him­self in­cluded in it 
via one of the mir­rors and he could feel his lust rising in leaps and bounds. There had been 
times in the past when he had been a spec­tator at a sex match between two wo­men, but it 
had not been as ex­cit­ing as the one he was now watch­ing be­cause the oth­ers had been 
will­ingly staged for his be­ne­fit. Here he had a first timer and an in­no­cent vic­tim.

 In his fantasy he could see him­self as the em­peror Nero who could rule lives as 
well as coun­tries. Here an un­sus­pect­ing child was in the pro­cess of be­ing se­duced in the
les­bian man­ner by one of his former pro­to­gees. Could any em­peror ask for more?

 Avery con­tin­ued to watch and stroke his prick un­til his own lust­ing needs began 
to de­mand some at­ten­tion. He let his prick go only to fill his hand with some­thing softer 
and more for­eign to his touch. Stretch­ing out the palms of both his hands, he filled them 
with the cheeks of Nanette’s ass, strok­ing and knead­ing them.

 When he saw that the girl was far too ex­cited at what was hap­pen­ing in front of 
her with Tina to tense up at the man’s touch be­hind her, Avery began to take fur­ther 
liber­ties with the girl’s ass. He moved both his hands from the out­side of her hips to the 
cen­ter of her ass, and when they reached her dainty crack, he plunged his fin­ger in between.

 He was greatly thrilled when he felt the girl’s muscles tighten against his in­va­sion 
from the rear. And when he poked that fin­ger even fur­ther in, and then pushed hard, 
straight into her as­shole, the girl’s body jumped, but right in the dir­ec­tion of his own hand.

 Avery was sure that none of the girl’s ac­tions were con­scious. She had simply put 
all her fears out of her mind and stopped fight­ing what the two of them were do­ing to her. 
The rich lecher was quite ac­cur­ate in his guess about what was go­ing on in the girl’s mind.

 She no longer un­der­stood or tried to un­der­stand what was hap­pen­ing on both
sides of her.

 So long as it was pleas­ur­able, and she was be­ing car­ried so high to the peak of 
her own pas­sions, then there was no reason for her to fight it. Some time be­fore she had 
fain­ted, the girl had come to real­ize that there was noth­ing at all dis­taste­ful in an­other 
fe­male’s touch.

 And every touch of Tina to her body en­forced that be­lief in a fant­astic way. Now 
that she was fully con­scious, al­though without any will of her own, she wel­comed, in fact 
sought, the other girl’s mouth. Run­ning her tongue around her lips and then part­ing them 
for Tina’s kiss, she felt a hot shiver race up her spine as the know­ing teen­ager plunged her 
tongue into Nanette’s mouth and began to run it around the back of her teeth.

 She would not have backed her body in the other dir­ec­tion for any other reason 
than the fact that she knew there was a lusty man right be­hind her. And whenever she moved
her body a bit back to him, she re­ceived an­other ex­cit­ing poke in her as­shole with his 
fin­ger, and a poke against the bot­tom of her ass with his stiff prick.

 Whenever it looked like the girl was really get­ting to lik­ing the fin­ger strok­ing 
her as­shole, Avery would pull it gently out, and then tickle the en­tire length of her crack with
it. Watch­ing all the move­ments of her body. Avery was hav­ing a great time for him­self 
see­ing how her back­side sought out his prod­ding di­git whenever he with­drew it.

 From where he lay, it looked as if her as­shole were ac­tu­ally hungry for his 
prod­ding. And yet from his in­form­a­tion, the girl was a vir­gin in that area. It cer­tainly was 
a mark in her fa­vor that she seemed to have no in­hib­i­tions once she got past her fears.

 That cer­tainly was ob­vi­ous from the way she was rel­ish­ing all con­tacts with 
Tina. And for her body to un­con­sciously search for his hand be­hind her was yet fur­ther 
proof of her un­lim­ited lusts. Nanette was cer­tainly a find, and he would have to 
re­mem­ber to re­turn the fa­vor in some way to the am­bas­sador.

 The man had thrown the tip about the girl their way with no re­quest on his own 
part for any fa­vor at all. In Avery’s book that made him a man that de­served any help Avery’s
power could give him. If the girl turned out to be all she seemed at the out­set, the live gift 
from the am­bas­sador might prove to be worth more than any min­ing rights or other 
priv­ileges that Avery might have been able to ex­act from him at an­other time.

 Now, as he con­tin­ued to tickle the girl’s as­scrack with his longest fin­ger, she 
pressed in­sist­ently back at him, as if she were de­mand­ing that he stop teas­ing her and do
some­thing more pen­et­rat­ing. As soon as she felt the tip of his fin­ger be­gin to push past 
her anal ring, she tightened her muscles against the fin­ger, and pushed furi­ously back, un­til 
the fin­ger was en­vel­oped by her as­shole be­fore he could push any fur­ther.

 “Ummmmmmmmm!”

 Now the girl gasped with the rapid pres­sure that she had brought to her own 
as­shole, but quickly ad­jus­ted to it and began to writhe with great de­light. At once, Avery 
began to move it in and out, set­ting up the kind of hard strok­ing mo­tion that he was sure 
would set the girl’s sexual juices to boil­ing.

 Every time that she writhed from the de­light­ful in­va­sion of her ass, she made her
cunt quiver against the two fin­gers that Tina was now us­ing in her young cunt. Un­til that 
mo­ment, Tina had been merely run­ning them up and down the in­ner slit, and mak­ing sure 
that she worked the little clit over with every stroke. She chose the mo­ment of the girl’s gasp 
to push the two of them all the way into her, and Nanette al­most fain­ted for the second 
time.

 But, now she was much too high on the thrills be­ing ad­min­istered to her by Tina 
and her mas­ter to black out and lose even a second of it. Every second was a new charge of 
ex­cite­ment for her, and some of them were spent in not be­ing sure if she was dream­ing or 
in full con­trol of her senses.

 Soon her cunt was sop­ping wet, and there seemed to no way she could turn off the
flood that was pour­ing down over the other girl’s hand. Tina was work­ing hard for just that 
ef­fect. It had ceased to be merely a task for her. She was as much en­thralled with what the 
three of them were do­ing as Avery him­self. Her own cunt could hardly be clas­si­fied as cool
and dry.

 On a sud­den in­spir­a­tion, she reached for one of Nanette’s hands and clamped it 
down over her own seeth­ing pussy. If the girl did not take the hint and help her out with a 
little fin­ger­ing, then Tina would have to take mat­ters into her own hand. Her own pas­sions 
were much too high to go com­pletely ig­nored for the sake of the cause.

 But, Nanette did not pull her hand away once Tina re­leased it. She could not think 
of re­fus­ing even the smal­lest re­quest to either one of them. If Tina needed her cunt to be 
fingered, then the girl was all too will­ing to do so. Her abil­ity to re­fuse had been lost long 
ago, and all she wanted to do was please and be pleased.

 Frantic­ally she twis­ted and turned her fin­gers about the hairy spot un­til they 
found their way in­side. And then she began to fin­ger the ex­cit­ing girl with a fer­vor that 
was matched only by Tina’s own wild handi­work with her cunt.

 And soon she was buck­ing her body back­wards and fore­wards with no stable 
pat­tern, as the hun­ger for more thrills to one part of her body or the other in­creased. The 
two of them were mak­ing her mind­less with all the fant­astic thrills that they kept send­ing 
through all parts of her body.

 She was dizzy about where she wanted all those pleas­ures aimed the most. It was 
up to the two of them to keep up with her frantic mo­tions so that neither one of them would 
be un­seated. Tina and Avery kept eye­ing one an­other lust­fully from over the girl’s angled 
body.

 In a per­verse and ab­stract man­ner, they were giv­ing each other just as wild a 
thrill by what they were see­ing hap­pen­ing. It was this sort of lust­ing co­oper­a­tion that 
en­deared Tina to Avery’s heart more and more each day.

 He was such that few liv­ing souls could un­der­stand how his af­fec­tion could 
grow be­cause his mis­tress proved her­self to be a fan­atic when it came to all the sen­sual 
pleas­ures. Right then, Tina was soul kiss­ing the girl with all her pas­sion, while she frigged 
her cunt so frantic­ally that the younger girl lost all con­trol of her bod­ily urges.

 Nanette’s body began to shake and shiver against both their hands, as she went 
into a quak­ing or­gasm that soon had the en­tire bed shak­ing along with the three bod­ies 
on top of it. Come was pour­ing out of her like wa­ter, and Tina was forced to pull her hand 
back mo­ment­ar­ily.

 But she kept on kiss­ing her, and rub­bing her hands against the girl’s tits to ex­act 
the greatest pos­sible in­tens­ity from the girl’s body. Be­fore she could even come down 
from her own cli­max, she began to babble, and grabbed Tina’s hand for more of the same.

 Avery was ready for more heated ac­tion than simply frig­ging a girl’s as­shole. He 
could see that the girl was now ready for him to run a truck through her ass, and still get her 
jol­lies from it. But what he put at her rectal en­trance in­stead, was cer­tainly more than she 
would need to fly to the stars on an­other or­gasm.

 His cock by this time was dark red with all the pas­sions that he had been 
with­hold­ing un­til then. As the way had already been opened for his rod, he put the tip of it 
to the start of her hole, and began to push with all the fury that had been build­ing frantic­ally
un­til that mo­ment.

 The height of her own pas­sions had made a wide open path for his prick and he 
was able to drive him­self balls deep into her in just a flash.

 “Ar­rgghh!”

 “It’s in you now. This is no time to com­plain.”

 “Com­plain? Oh, no. It’s in­cred­ible” Nanette wanted to say more in praise of 
ass­fuck­ing by such a tal­en­ted prick, but her mouth was quickly covered. Once again by 
Tina’s and she turned back to her soulkiss­ing. Now that the flood had mo­ment­ar­ily 
sub­sided, Tina put her fin­gers back in there, and tried to get it go­ing again.

 The younger girl was no sooner feel­ing her­self again when she was be­ing sent 
right back up here. Het body was feel­ing so in­cred­ibly good that she did not scream out 
from pain, but rather from sur­prised pleas­ure when Avery star­ted push­ing his hot dick all 
the way into her.

 If the very same thing had been done to her while she was on the down side of her 
pas­sions, then she would have been scream­ing bloody murder, and res­ist­ing as much as 
her strength would al­low her. No one was more sur­prised than she, to have her ass so 
eas­ily pen­et­rated and to get so much of a kick out of it in the bar­gain.

 No doubt, Tina had the very same thing done to her at some time, be­cause 
Nanette noted the moan of pleas­ure that es­caped from her lips when she felt the hard 
thrust of the girl’s body against her own as her ass was fucked for the first time. It was easy to 
see that the other girl was get­ting a vi­cari­ous thrill from it-all.

 From then on, it all be­came sheer lun­acy for Nanette as well as the other two.

 “Hand on there for a second, Tina. I need a breath.”

 “Sure, boss.” Tiny could not help smil­ing that Avery had to take a breather be­fore 
his prick ran away with him. This was the one point of weak­ness in all men that brought them
down to a more tol­er­able level. Learn­ing that even a young girl could con­trol a power­ful 
ty­coon by his balls was a bit of know­ledge that could be more valu­able to her than all the 
books she read could pos­sibly of­fer.

 With smug smile, she pulled her mouth back from Nan­nette’s and simply held her 
in a gentle hug, while Avery re­mained with his prick im­bed­ded in her but not mov­ing at all.
Nanette’s body kept heav­ing tensely as she once again be­came un­cer­tain of her fate.

 What Tina had learned about men right from the start seemed to have es­caped this
girl still. She took the pause to mean that her own situ­ation was about to change, and 
wor­ried that the pas­sion­ate act would not be com­pleted through some fault of her own.

 The girl was al­most cor­rect. Her situ­ation was chan­ging, but she was not about 
to lose out on the sex act com­pletely. While Avery was get­ting his second wind, his 
com­puter-like brain had come up with yet an­other in­nov­a­tion to their ex­cit­ing tri­angle.

 “Give her your cunt.”

 “But-”

 “Cour­age, little one. Tina will do everything, for your sweet pussy that you do for 
her.”

 “Sure, Nan. For every lick you give me, I’ll give you one back. Bet you come first.”

 “I never.”

 “There was a time I said the same thing. There’s noth­ing to it. Tastes kind of good.”

 “You start first.”

 “I said that line, too.”

 And then Tina, slid­ing her body around on the bed, brought her cunt right to the 
girl’s mouth. Her eyes wide-open with un­cer­tainty, she looked straight into the wet depths 
of the girl’s cunt. She had never even got­ten that good a look at her own slit, and the view 
was ter­ri­fy­ing.

 For those few seconds, all she could do was gape in won­der at the way the pussy 
lips pouted open, and when she saw her clit start to swell and vi­brate, she tried to turn her 
head away in fear. But the clever girl on the re­ceiv­ing end caught her face with one hand 
and spread her pussy lips even more with the other.

 Now Nanette could see alt the way into the slick walls of her va­ginal tun­nel, and 
when she sighed with won­der, the sound of her ex­cite­ment made Tina let a bit of her juice 
come forth. Nanette be­came fas­cin­ated with the way that mois­ture seeped out from there,
and then down through the outer walls.

 She stretched out her own hand, and scooped up a bit of it with two fin­gers. It did 
not look at all men­acing, and she de­cided there wouldn’t be any harm in tast­ing it.

 As she brought her two fin­gers to her mouth, she sniffed them. It smelled all girl. It 
was warm, kind of musky, but not at all bad. While she was ex­per­i­ment­ing with the taste 
and smell of Tina’s body, the other girl put her face to her own cunt, and spread the pussy lips
apart with her nose.

 Her lips im­me­di­ately found Nanette’s clit, and she closed her teeth gently around 
it. Then she grated the little nub between them, and Nanette went right out of her head with 
in­sane pleas­ure. The younger girl star­ted to tremble in all her limbs as Tina feasted on her 
love but­ton.

 But Tina was be­gin­ning to tire of pam­per­ing this new girl, while all she did for 
her was fin­ger her a little and wait to be thrilled some more. She had given her all the time 
she in­ten­ded for the girl to come to grips with her­self and start be­ing an act­ive part­ner 
in their three-sided af­fair.

 The girl already had Avery’s prick when Tina was horny enough to make good use of
it. The least she could do was eat her out for awhile.

 Tina began to grate the clit in her mouth a lot harder than was ne­ces­sary for a 
simple thrill. The sharp teeth work­ing hard against the clit bordered on real pain, and the girl 
winced. But there was no place for her to go, as Avery was watch­ing the change in at­ti­tude 
between the girls, and he pushed his own belly harder against Nanette’s ass to pre­vent her 
from push­ing away from Tina’s teeth.

 Avery was now anxious to re­sume his ass­fuck­ing, and de­cided that this was a 
good mo­ment to as­sert his au­thor­ity. He pinched the girl’s ass good and hard.

 “Ouch!”

 “It will be worse it you don’t start eat­ing that girl’s cunt.”

 “But-”

 “Eat!”

 The man in back punc­tu­ated his last re­mark with an­other sting­ing slap to the 
girl’s rump.

 Nanette quickly bur­ied her head between Tina’s thighs. Fol­low­ing what she had 
re­cently felt in her own slit, she hes­it­antly stuck out her tongue and put the tip of it into 
Tina’s hole.

 As soon as her tongue was in place, Tina pushed at the back of Nanette’s head with 
both hands, and her tongue was pushed deeply into the older girl’s slit.

 “I threw you in the wa­ter, now swim!”

 Tina was proud of the power­ful tone of voice she had some­how come up with for 
the oc­ca­sion. She felt Avery pat her rump in ap­proval, as she put her mouth to Nanette’s 
cunt again.

 It was not ne­ces­sary to re­mind the girl of her duty any more that even­ing. 
Nanette knew it was use­less to at­tempt res­ist­ance, and was in­deed sur­prised at her­self 
for hav­ing the cour­age she did.

 Over Nanette’s shoulder, Tina grabbed at Avery’s arm, and sig­nalled that he could 
re­sume his fuck­ing now. Avery put his arms around the girl’s waist so that they rubbed up 
against both fe­male bod­ies, as he pulled back on his prick just enough to work up a good 
fuck­ing tempo.

 Whenever his hand happened to rub against one pair of tits or the other, he made 
good use of the time by tweak­ing nipples, ex­cit­ing them to even greater frenzy.

 Avery still man­aged to get him­self work­ing in a force­ful tempo that was 
send­ing Nanette’s cunt smash­ing into Tina’s mouth everytime that he rammed his prick into 
her ass.

 Her grunts had a fant­astic ef­fect on Tina’s cunt, for every time that she did so, her 
breath roused the girl’s swollen clit to a new high. The younger girl soon be­came so wild with
pas­sion, that she threw all she had into the cunt she was eat­ing. Once or twice, she ac­tu­ally
bit into the flesh of Tina’s pussy lips, and the girl screamed with real pain.

 But her own mouth was too busy for idle chat, and she knew that a ra­ging cli­max 
was in the off­ing. She wondered who would be the first to get there. Since it was not she that
was on trial, Tina felt there was no reason for her to hold back.

 Since Avery didn’t seem to care what else happened to her as long as he got his 
freaky thrills, Tina might as well get her own jol­lies any way she could.

 While Avery was fuck­ing hard at the girl’s ass, and lun­ette was go­ing crazy with 
her tongue up Tina’s cunt, the older girl used her own tongue like a pis­ton, to drive Nanette 
so wild that she took out her de­li­rium on Tina, and drove her over the brink of her pas­sion.

 Her strategy worked ex­tremely well for her, as Nanette drove her curled tongue like
crazy in and out of Tina’s gap­ing hole. A split second later, she was let­ting her come flow all 
over the young girl’s tongue, and found that Nanette was so de­li­ri­ous with pas­sion, that 
she did not stop drilling the cunt with her tongue even as the sticky fluid poured into her 
mouth.

 The hot flood into her mouth spurred her to such great ex­cite­ment that she went 
over the edge her­self and star­ted to come. Tina sucked thirstily in pace with the juices as 
they flowed, just the way Genevieve had taught her to do it.

 Then there was the blind­ing flash of en­light­en­ment at just that second, as to 
what had passed between Genevieve and her­self. So the whole thing had been a set-up after 
all. The state­ment had never been made out loud, but after their first fem­in­ine ses­sion 
to­gether, there had been sev­eral oth­ers. And dur­ing each one, Genevieve had taught her 
yet an­other les­bian skill. Tina sus­pec­ted that Avery was well aware of what was passing 
between them, so she thought he looked upon it as a dot­ing father might look upon some 
spe­cial quirk of his fa­vor­ite daugh­ter.

 Now she could see that he was in on it from the very first, and had prob­ably 
ordered the les­bian les­sons in the first place. Tina un­der­stood that she had not thought of 
it be­fore this, be­cause she failed to see any pur­pose in such les­sons.

 But now she knew only too well. Tina had been trained to se­duce other girls into 
Avery’s harem.

 So be it, she quickly de­cided. They could have trained her for much worse.

 From the looks of it, Nanette was right then be­ing ini­ti­ated into the club, and 
they could just as soon as­sign some of the dirty work to her as to Tina. Right now, she was 
just go­ing to get her jol­lies for the second time. Even if Nanette did sup­plant her as Avery’s 
fa­vor­ite, she was sure she could get the girl un­der her thumb in no time.

 All this time Avery was watch­ing care­fully as he gradu­ally speeded up the tempo 
of his ass­fuck­ing. When he no­ticed that both girls were at the highest peak of their pas­sion
he gave the last few heavy thrusts to the girl’s ass.

 Then he gripped the girl’s hips tightly and let loose with a furi­ous charge of white 
hot spunk that had the girl grunt­ing wildly with the force of it. He held onto her, rais­ing 
bruises on her tender young flesh, un­til the last of his load had been spent, and then ad­ded 
his own heavy weight to the two girls who were now rest­ing ex­hausted against one 
an­other.

 Tim thought to him­self that Avery was in­deed a very co­oper­at­ive boss. He had 
man­aged to time the last of the triple fuck with the end of Tim’s film. Sure that his boss 
would be pleased with the shots that would be de­veloped, he left the trio to sleep it off while
he went down to the lab to com­plete his own night’s work.

 Nanette’s fate had been sealed with the per­verse act she had just en­gaged in. 
Even if Nanette should en­ter­tain some thoughts of run­ning away she could be quickly 
re­turned to the fold with just the men­tion of those pho­tos.

 And Tim already knew just who would be the first cli­ent to view them after Avery’s 
in­spec­tion. There was a cer­tain Greek gen­tle­man, who had been cold to all other of­fers 
ex­cept child­ish flesh. He had gone once with Tina and thor­oughly en­joyed him­self, 
al­though he claimed oth­er­wise. The Greek had said that Tina was a little too ex­pert in bed 
for his taste. He craved her in­no­cence, and since he had the fin­an­cial po­ten­tial to be that
choosy; Avery had de­cided to give the man an­other try at his sexual hos­pit­al­ity.

 After he had hung the pic­tures up to dry, Tim went up­stairs to check on the 
ex­hausted three­some. The girls were fast asleep, but Avery was seated na­ked in an easy 
chair, watch­ing them and drink­ing cognac.

 “You look pleased.

 “Ex­tremely. I’m look­ing for­ward to what a cer­tain Greek gen­tle­man will give us 
when he sees the new mer­chand­ise.”

 “Will you send Nanette alone, or with Tina?”

 “I think the Greek is worth up­set­ting that sweet young thing with a private 
sur­prise party.”

 “The Greek is go­ing to get a real kick out of that. They say in cer­tain corners that 
he raped his own daugh­ter when she was twelve, then sent her off to some Swiss board­ing 
school. Con­veni­ent.”

 “I hardly think we should be crit­ical of such a man. Es­pe­cially when his 
per­ver­sions work well with our own scheme.”

 “Poor Nanette. All she wanted was a hot meal and a clean bed for a few nights. Now
look at what she’s into.”

 “Never fear, Tim. She won’t be any the worse for wear by the time we’re through 
with her. Have you no­ticed that no mat­ter how hard the kick in the ass when we throw them
out, they al­ways go away smil­ing?”





CHAPTER NINE


On see­ing the pho­tos, the Greek busi­ness­man had em­phat­ic­ally ex­pressed 
his de­sire to make it with Avery’s latest little charge. But Nanette was not even four­teen 
years old, and he said right out in the open that he could be an easy tar­get for black­mail, as 
he knew a couple of Avery’s pre­vi­ous vic­tims.

 And so, a party was de­cided upon since it would be safe for the Greek to be lost in 
the crowd, and take up with the girl when he was sure that he could pass into one of the 
bed­rooms with her un­noticed. Then too, they owed a party to the Span­iard, and sev­eral 
oth­ers. It would save a great deal of time for them to en­ter­tain the whole bunch at one 
drunken bac­chanal.

 It was also to be Nanette’s de­but, al­though she was un­aware of what her du­ties 
were fur­ther than be­ing present and try­ing to make con­ver­sa­tion with any­body that 
wanted to. She kept ask­ing what she was sup­posed to do and say, but the only an­swer she 
could re­ceive was that it was her duty to make sure that all the guests were happy, and that 
they got whatever they wanted.

 Be­fore two hours had passed Nanette was no longer con­fused as to where her 
duty lay. As soon as every­one’ was suf­fi­ciently drunk, she was ushered into one of the 
ad­join­ing rooms which had been fur­nished with beds and as­sor­ted lounges for the 
oc­ca­sion, and ordered to strip for fuck­ing.

 She meekly fol­lowed the Greek man who seemed to know that he had a per­fect 
right to make such a re­quest, but just be­fore she closed the door be­hind them, she glanced
quickly around the room, look­ing for Tina. In­stead she met with Tim’s stem gaze, and a wave
of his hand in the dir­ec­tion of the Greek which told her everything she needed to know.

 The look of hu­mi­li­ation on her face said a lot to the Greek. Avery had kept his 
word and pro­duced a young girl who was sexy enough, but not ex­per­i­enced enough to 
take a sud­den fuck with a com­plete stranger lightly. No sooner was the door closed, than 
the Greek began to strip out of his clothes and ordered her to do the same.

 Nanette hung her head down with all the shame and hu­mi­li­ation that she was 
feel­ing. She had hon­estly be­lieved that she was to be the little darling of Avery and his 
en­tour­age, and that was all to be ex­pec­ted of her. Now that she was locked into the 
bed­room with a com­plete stranger, and ex­pec­ted to put on her best sexual per­form­ance 
for him, Nanette began to un­der­stand that life was never as simple as one ex­pec­ted it to 
be.

 The na­ked Greek, with tre­mend­ous hard-on pok­ing in her dir­ec­tion, handed 
her some sort of a ci­gar­ette to smoke, and she was too con­fused about everything at the 
mo­ment to be one step ahead of what was hap­pen­ing. She took the ci­gar­ette dumbly in 
her hand and then stared at it, since she had never smoked and this one looked very strange 
to her.

 “Just in­hale and do not blow out the smoke.”

 “What is it?”

 “Just do as you are told.”

 Nanette had learned by then that she was not to ques­tion any or­ders given to her 
no mat­ter who they came from. It was made very clear to her by Tina and by Tim that her 
pres­ence in the Avery house­hold was hanging by a thread. Just one wrong move, and she 
didn’t even know what that might be, and she would be out on her sweet little ass.

 As soon as the girl star­ted to get high on the hashish that the Greek had forced her
to smoke down to the last bit, it took no more force than to push her, and she fell right down 
on the bed. Then he simply spread the ex­cit­ing child’s legs and began to push his dick into 
her.

 She no more thought of res­ist­ing him than she would any mem­ber of the Avery 
house­hold. Nanette knew that she had nowhere else to go. And whenever she did think of 
leav­ing, which was only a passing thought, all she had to do was look at some of her new 
clothes, or the sump­tu­ous meal at the din­ner table, and she knew that the Avery way of life 
was too fab­ulous to for­sake for any reason’ The girl was hooked, and they all knew it.

 Avery, and Tim in his turn, were old mas­ters at the art of get­ting chicks hooked on 
their way of think­ing. In Time Nanette would be set free of them and not al­lowed to re­turn 
un­der any cir­cum­stances, as they re­garded all of the wo­men as so much ma­chinery in 
one of their most spe­cial­ized factor­ies. And they well knew that all ma­chinery be­comes 
ob­sol­ete in time.

 This girl was a flash in the pan as far as they were con­cerned. Like all fads, her 
sweet in­no­cence would fade, and then she would be of no more use to them. Like the 
Ja­pan­ese girls who star­ted a sex act by lick­ing their mas­ter’s toes, and then work­ing their
way up, and the tiny Hindu girls who could get their bod­ies into the most in­cred­ible 
po­s­i­tions, they were a great source of ex­cite­ment while they las­ted.

 But the tin­sel of the thrill that they presen­ted quickly be­came tar­nished as Avery 
or his cli­ents be­came ac­cus­tomed to their style.

 All too of­ten they had their par­tic­u­lar spe­cialty to of­fer and little else. So far 
Tina had out­las­ted the girls and the older wo­men from every corner of the world, be­cause 
she had proven her­self to be so ad­apt­able.

 But her time would come sooner or later All she could do was buy a few more 
weeks by work­ing well with whatever Avery brought into the house. Nanette had ob­served 
the girl do­ing pre­cisely this on sev­eral oc­ca­sions.

 Even when she would make a re­mark to her on the side that she found someone 
re­puls­ive, Nanette would see her go right over to that per­son and flash him or her the kind 
of in­vit­ing smile that made him melt on the spot. The signs of Avery’s ap­proval were swift 
with fab­ulous gifts or week­ends abroad after a trip on his private plane.

 And she had seen what the pun­ish­ment could be just the night be­fore. As things 
had gone along, Genevieve had been gradu­ally pushed into the back­ground un­til she was 
little more than a file clerk in the eyes of the staff. She had never been given the 
op­por­tun­ity to show that she also had sexual tal­ents with men.

 And once Tina had proven that she knew the les­bian skills as well as her own 
teacher, in ad­di­tion to her ver­sat­il­ity no mat­ter what the com­bin­a­tion in her bed at 
the time, Genevieve found her­self re­lieved of even this task. Now Nanette had come to the 
fold, as more and more of the cli­ents were pick­ing up the taste for young girls.

 As her busi­ness skills were only equal to Tina’s, while she was nowhere near his 
abil­it­ies as a pro­curer, the wo­man had come down to break­fast one day and found that 
there was no place set for her. Every back in the room was turned to her. It was as if she had 
got­ten up that morn­ing and found she had be­come in­vis­ible.

 Speak­ing to no one, Genevieve went back to her room and began to pack her 
bags. On the bur­eau she found a check for two months’ salary, with no note or 
ex­plan­a­tion. The check was her death sen­tence. Genevieve left the house quietly by the 
back door and was never heard from again.

 Tina had sat through many such break­fasts since she had come to the Avery 
house­hold. And every time that she had to stare at the wall, while some pi­ti­ful fe­male 
real­ized that she had just died with no one in­form­ing the corpse, she felt the same icy stab 
against her own spine.

 Any­one who sat at the Avery table knew that their own lives in that re­spect could 
be just as ef­fi­ciently snuffed out. And each time that Tina was a wit­ness to it, she worked all 
the harder.

 These were the thoughts that Nanette brought to the front of her mind, as this total
stranger fucked his heart out within her body. At first she had been frozen with fear and 
hu­mi­li­ation. But as she re­membered what she had seen in the past few weeks, she caught 
held of her­self and began to hump back at the man as if her very life de­pended on his 
com­plete sat­is­fac­tion. In cer­tain re­spects it did.

 Con­cen­trat­ing as hard as she was on throw­ing the wild­est hump ever for the 
Greek busi­ness­man, the door was open, and an­other man in­side be­fore she even heard 
the click of the latch. As the man on top of her also looked to see who dared in­trude on his 
de­li­cious pri­vacy, she was free to look as well. “I have been told that you might be 
in­ter­ested in try­ing a three­some with this young lady.”

 “Has she ever done it be­fore?”

 “They have told me that she has not. I as­sume that you are a man after my own 
tastes in that re­spect.”

 “To in­vade vir­gin ter­rit­ory and con­quer it? Yes, I sup­pose that is the same in 
any coun­try.”

 The truth be­ing known only to him, the Span­iard as yet had not figured out just 
how the petite girl would be able to ac­co­mod­ate two men of their phys­ical sizes. While he 
was just on the portly side him­self, the Greek could not be called any­thing less than fat.

 “I sup­pose this is pos­sible, but isn’t it ask­ing a great deal of one so small and 
young?”

 “Why should we worry about what hap­pens to her? She is not our pos­ses­sion. 
Just our en­ter­tain­ment.”

 “You are a man after my own heart.”

 “Wouldn’t it be won­der­ful if all men could co­oper­ate as well around the 
con­fer­ence table?”


 The End
