A casual observer, looking down from the hills onto the road leading out of Flagstaff, might have imagined that the young couple walking by the side of the road holding hands were talking about their plans for marriage and a home and family. But nothing could have been further from the truth.
Red-haired Andrea Wade and her dark-haired companion, Tony Emerson had been arguing off and on in hoarse whispers for most of the afternoon and evening, and now they were both about to lose their tempers completely. The well-built young man, after a year of going steady with his girl, now intended to get what he wanted, and that was why he dragged Andrea impatiently into a grove of trees by the side of the road.
"I don't see why you couldn't work in Phoenix or someplace not too far away," he repeated for the thousandth time as he sat down on the grass. "You'd get paid just as much, and we could be together."
As he spoke, Tony reached up and took his pretty green-eyed girl friend by the hand and pulled her down beside him. With a sigh of exasperation, Andrea let herself be placed next to the handsome young athlete. In the moonlight filtering down through the trees Andrea made a picture of youthful innocence on the verge of becoming mature womanhood. Her eighteen-year-old body was already filled out in all the right places, and her firm, well-rounded young breasts jutted voluptuously under her skin-tight jersey pullover. Andrea was not wearing a brassiere, and her prominent nipples, hardened to tingling erection by the rough material of her sweater, held her boyfriend's attention. Then when she shifted slightly to make herself more comfortable, her sweater clung to the softly rounded mounds of flesh, making Tony's loins begin to ache with desire he'd been trying to control for a year, now.
"I've tried to explain to you, Tony," the exasperated young redhead said. "This is the chance of a lifetime." As she talked, Andrea's firmly rounded buttocks squirmed around on the grass, inadvertently causing her young boyfriend's testicles to pulse with the lust flowing hotly into them.
"The Mariposa Country Club in Southern California sponsers young athletes who have potential. They've been instrumental in launching the careers of several golf pros, and they've had a swimmer in the Olympics. I want to get into pro tennis and at least have a chance at the Davis Cup. How many times do I have to say it?"
The young redhead was conscious of the discomfort she was causing her boyfriend, first by sticking to her plan to go to Southern California for the summer, and second by just sitting there, looking so provocative. Well, she couldn't help it. She was ambitious for greater things in life than most of her friends, and she just happened to have one of those figures that made men's blood boil and their heads swim with iewd thought when they looked at her. She had long been aware of both of these characteristics, and she had learned in small ways how to turn them into assets in order to get what she wanted.
Andrea knew she would need a lot of activity points if she wanted to get a scholarship to college. Consequently, she had worked hard to accumulate more than the other girls in her class. She had been a cheerleader who made the male fans leave the stands with rape on their minds when she threw herself into the air and threw her legs wide apart, her head thrown back in abandon, her full ripe breasts jutting tautly into her tight sweater. As a majorette for the band, she had learned to swing her hips in tantalizing side motions that bugged the eyes of all the male judges who watched her strutting proudly by in her brief costume, her dimpled knees lifting so high the heels of her white boots practically touched the baby-smooth skin of her upper thighs. Yes, Andrea Wade had everything going for her.
The talented girl had ended up her senior year as the highest scoring athlete, male or female, and the most sought after girl among the seniors. Now it had become apparent that tennis was going to be her best sport. The pretty young girl knew that part of her success had been the result of her own innovations -- a combination of athletic ability and good looks which she would continue to use until she made it to the very top. Andrea had perfected a prancing step on the court that enabled her to sway her hips and almost writhe with lust-inciting allure. It was true that it also gave her more agility on the court and better control of the bail, but it also had swayed quite a few judges in her favor over the past couple of years. Other girls were now trying to immitate her dancing maneuvers on the court, but most of them simply didn't know how to use their bodies in a feminine way.
Andrea Wade had been going steady with Tony Emerson since she was seventeen, the two of them knowing and trusting each other so much that they had done a lot of heavy petting together. They had never in that time gone all the way, though they had done just about everything else. Just the thought of some of the salacious things she and her boyfriend had done to each other over the year they'd gone together made Andrea smile to herself as she watched Tony squirming on the grass beside her.
Unconsciously, her own buttocks wriggled down onto the grass, while she glanced over at the crotch of Tony's tight pants. She could see that he was, as usual, getting an erection just from looking at her. If she would let him play around with her a little, she knew he wouldn't be nearly as argumentative. His release always made him. act so grateful to her afterwards that she could settle almost any dispute with a little pleasant effort on her part.
"So, just because some high-falutin country club can give you some backing, why do you have to work there?" Tony said as he moved closer to Andrea and put his right hand on her bare knee. "You've made it this far without having to brown-nose just to get some money. The same as I have." His girl friend's miniskirt had slipped up to the top of her thighs, and the strong young athlete could see the little strip of white nylon covering her sweet little pussy -- the pussy she sometimes let him fondle, and that he now more than ever wanted to fuck. It would take a bit of persuasion, for in addition to being sexy looking, this gorgeous young redhead was also determined to remain a virgin until her wedding night. Over the past year, Tony had been constantly challenging Andrea's puritanical views on the subject, but now it looked as though he would really have to put the pressure on. Since tonight might very well be his last chance to seduce his lovely eighteen-year-old girl friend, he would have to be careful to sidestep all intellectual discussion of the pros and cons of virginity in the twentieth century.
He knew from past experience that Andrea would let him get away with a lot of things with her ripe young body. Hell, she sometimes got so excited herself by what he did that she came pretty close to losing control. All he had to do, he decided, was to just this once push her beyond that point.
"The country club is a perfect place for me to get some backers and make some contacts which could be very important," Andrea was saying. Then she noticed his nervously twitching mouth and felt a little sorry for him. "Well, don't look so hurt, Tony. It's only for one summer, you know. We'll both be going to State College next September." Andrea didn't mention that she hoped, in fact, to be sponsored by the country club in next year's competitions if she could only impress them enough -- and that she wouldn't go to college at all if she could make it from the start on the professional circuit.
But Tony was disquieted by her words. It just didn't sound like the Andrea he had known so well. He had always admired her spirit, her determination and independence. But now she was telling him that she didn't quite believe she could make it big on her own -- that she had to try for financial backing, that she was going to try to succeed through contacts. Christ, what a cop-out after the one-man show she had been putting on all these years! And not only that, she was going to ruin his summer in the bargain! On the other hand, he told himself, if she was all that weak, well, she should be a pushover for him tonight -- if he just kept trying!
From the quarrelsome tone in Tony's voice all afternoon, Andrea realized that they might be leading up to a really big argument that could easily spoil their last time together before she went away. In spite of her determination to leave, the lovely red-haired girl really liked her handsome, muscular young boyfriend, and she didn't want him to be so depressed. The surest way she knew to cheer him up was to engage in a little of their usual sex play.
Andrea placed her hands on her boyfriend's sinewy biceps and smiled a secret smile that only he knew meant that she wanted to feel his hard young body next to hers, wanted to feel his probing middle finger driving her wild up between the legs, wanted to feel his lips on her breasts. And overwhelmed with sudden desire at this preliminary green light, he hardly heard her next words.
"There's nothing to worry about, Tony," she insisted. "Ill be gone for less than three months, not forever -- and I promise I won't even look at another man."
She let her exposed thighs spread farthei apart to entice him away from the unpleasant discussion. But as she began to work her wiles on him, part of her mind was already anticipating the trip west to the country club where she would be tennis instructor for the summer. The young red-haired teenager was almost drunk with the possibilities that might open up if she were noticed there. However, Andrea didn't want to lose her boyfriend. As top basketball star of their high school, Tony could have his pick of just about any girl he wanted, and there were plenty who would be eager to take her place in his affections.
Andrea felt the hand on her knee inching its way up over the naked smoothness of her thigh, as her handsome athlete put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to his strong warm body. While gently kissing her parted lips, he let his fingertips lightly stroke the soft inner flesh of her thigh, and the red-headed teen-ager felt happy and secure in his embrace. They had come to know each other so well that she felt good whenever he touched her body, and now she slipped her moist little tongue out between her teeth to answer his wanton probing at her lips. Then, with a low sensuous moan deep in her throat, she signaled her pleasure and readiness for some really heavy petting.
As they lay back together on the ground beneath the shielding trees, Tony slipped his fingers farther up the softness of his young girl friend's thigh, his extended middle finger finding the moist warmth dampening the narrow crotch band of her nylon panties. Andrea began to react to the ripples of warm excitement running through her acquiescing body, increasing Tony's hope that he might finally get what he wanted and what he'd waited for so long. He stroked his finger softly back and forth the narrow valley of her pussy through the sheer nylon, feeling the rising bud of her clitoris already quivering up into life. The nubile young redhead was now writhing under his touch, her full ripe breasts pressing warmly into his chest as he continued kissing her. He rolled his weight slightly farther over hers, grasping with his free hand at the resilient mound of her right breast, bringing a soft groan from deep in her gasping throat.
So far the handsome young.couple were doing very much as they had always done when they were together. Tony knew from experience that Andrea would let him do anything he wanted with her body as long as he didn't actually try to put his virilely hardened penis up inside her virginal cunt. Tonight, however, he was determined to go all the way. His desire-thickened cock was fully erect inside his shorts, and when her hand moved down to stroke its throbbing hardness through his trousers, he felt as though his balls were about to explode.
Jesus, she's really getting hot tonight, Tony said to himself, catching her hand between his loins and hers. Maybe I will get to fuck her... finally.
Eager to have her expert fingers fondle the sensitive skin of his sperm-bloated testicles, the muscular youth quickly unzipped his pants and lifted the hair-covered sac out of his confining jockey shorts. His pulsating rod of flesh stood out from his open trousers like an obscene flagpole with its spongy mushroom-shaped head jerking madly with desire. Removing his own hand, he let out a heartfelt sigh of passion as her warm fingers closed lovingly around the rock-hard shaft of his penis. He could have cum right then and there from the exhilarating sensations coursing through his lewdly exposed loins, but he wanted to fuck his girl friend this time if at all possible -- he didn't want her to jerk him off as she had so many times before in the year they had been going together.
Now that she had her hand on his throbbing cock, her fingertips tickling maddeningly at his heavy balls beneath, he groaned out loud over her and pushed both his hands up under her jersey pullover. Andrea's skin was kitten-soft at the same time that it was tautly stretched, and Tony appreciatively slipped his hands all the way up to the ripely billowing mounds of her breasts flattened against his chest. He hungrily kneaded and squeezed at the supple firmness, tweaking with his fingertips at her quivering nipples until they stood firmly erect like tender buttons.
"Ooohhh, baby, that feels good," he murmured into her open mouth as she suddenly grasped both his swollen testicles in her curled fingers. He clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming all over her clothes, and still holding onto her breasts with both hands, he rolled over onto his side on the ground. This gave her greater freedom to stroke his pounding cock, and Andrea wrapped her fingers around the blood-engorged shaft again, slipping the loose outer skin lewdly up and down, teasing gently around the turgid tip-end with her fingernails.
Andrea loved the feel of his heated rod of flesh, and sometimes she really wanted him to put it up in the aching hotness of her vagina and satisfy the need she had always known there. But she was determined to remain a virgin until she got married, whether it was to Tony or to somebody else. She was that way about everything. She wanted to play it according to the rules, because she was sure that that was the way to win in every kind of game -- including life.
Her smooth little belly quivered in excitement as Tony's hand gradually worked its way down from her rising and falling breast and edged underneath the tight elastic waistband of her nylon panties. She moaned softly into the hotness of his mouth as he trailed his strong fingers through the thinly tangled curls of her pubic hair, working down toward the narrow slit of her moistly throbbing pussy. Finally she felt his middle fingertip come into electrifying contact with her eagerly pulsing little clitoris, and she released another guttural sigh up into his open mouth. Her firm young buttocks twisted and squirmed on the grassy ground as she responded to his touch by making the slow back-and-forth motions natural to lovemaking.
Tony felt the semen boiling in his churning balls, and he wanted to fuck her now more than ever before. Suddenly, he had an overwhelming impulse to ignore the arbitrary limits they had long ago agreed upon and make the big attempt. Even as he started to make his move, he suddenly caught himself, determining to wait just a little longer. He knew that if he worked it right, her hot little pussy would be churning on his hand as the eighteen-year-old girl worked her way irretrievably toward her orgasm.
"Can I get on top of you and do it on your belly?" Tony asked, his throat dry and rasping.
Andrea purred out her willing answer while her boyfriend slipped her panties halfway down her satin-smooth thighs where they acted as a tight band, holding her firm smooth thighs together. He proceeded to pull them down to her ankles, and he gently lifted one of her feet through them, leaving the rumpled white panties hanging lewdly around her other ankle.
The passionately aroused young redhead slowly moved her thighs apart, letting a mewling little sigh escape from her throat as she felt the cool evening air brushing against her nakedly exposed cuntal area.
Then her dark-haired boyfriend rolled onto her, the stiff rigidity of his pulsing cock pressing down into her soft little belly. After so much practice together, she was easily able to cup his lust-swollen balls in her curving hand, and he could reach her wetly parted vaginal lips with his probing fingers. In this way they stroked and fondled each other's genitals, softly groaning in unison as their feverish young bodies rocked and heaved together under the protective arches of the overhanging trees.
Feeling the throbbing warmth of Tony's penis against her naked belly nearly drove the eighteen-year-old virgin wild. And his wonderfully gentle fingers knew exactly what to do on her clitoris to give her the most lustful satisfaction, so that before long, she felt her loins charging up with the impending explosion of her climax.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she pleaded with him, methodically bucking her yearning loins up against his teasing hand.
Then her young lover inserted just the end of his extended middle finger inside the moist hot sheath of her pussy, letting his bent index finger remain in tantalizing contact with her throbbing clitorai bud. At the same time, he stroked his thickly pulsing cock back and forth on the smooth warm skin of her belly, feeling her reaching that point of abandonment which always sent white-hot sensations shooting through his testicles. The tender fleshy mounds of Andrea's breasts heaved lewdly up against his chest, and she was now gasping for breath in her rising passion.
Tony knew he couldn't hold back much longer, the way his red-haired girl friend was milking his balls with her caressing fingers, and he suddenly made his decision. His inexperienced and twisting partner would be totally off guard, and he just might get his cock in before she knew what was happening. It had been a long time since he had tried to go beyond their set limits, but now she seemed excited enough to go along with his overpowering need.
He took his mouth away from hers and whispered into her ear, "Baby, rub it around outside your pussy -- please? God! You're driving me crazy!"
The voluptuous young redhead hesitated a moment, knowing how much they both wanted to go ahead and go all the way when they got started together. But they had always resisted the impulse before, and it did feel so good when they got so very close. Andrea knew, too, that Tony had deliberately used that obscene word to excite her -- and, for some reason, it always did. Why, she wasn't sure. She had the reputation of being a nice girl in her high school, and maybe that was it. To use or hear "naughty" words was exciting to her because she had always felt it was forbidden -- just as it was forbidden in her strict upbringing to be allowing her boyfriend the liberties he was now taking.
Wrapping her fingers around Tony's throbbing penis, Andrea ground her buttocks away from him and guided the rock-hard shaft down until its bulbous tip came into burning contact with the entrance of her hungering cunt. The seminal fluid now seeping freely from the tiny slit in his glans only gave further lubrication as she rubbed the swollen cock-head back and forth in her narrow pussy furrow, massaging her quivering clitoris while she gently continued stroking her hand up and down his hotly pulsating shaft. The young girl knew she had to be careful. Once before she had gotten carried away and Tony had ejaculated his hot cum dangerously close to the mouth of her vagina. Since her pubic hair had been soaked with the thick white cum, it seemed to her a miracle that she had not gotten pregnant.
The soft velvety tip of her dark-haired boyfriend's penis pressing against her clitoris made the little pleasure bud swell and ache with desire, leaving Andrea lost in her own sensations as the soft inner surfaces of her thighs trembled with excitement. She was on the verge of cumming now, and, if he could hold back just a minute longer she would make it.
Tony could tell Andrea was nearing the point of climax from her frantic moaning and writhing as she rubbed his nearly bursting cock against her hot moist cunt. In the past when she was so close to cumming, she had occasionally pushed his turgid penis slightly up into the expanding channel of her vagina. Obviously, she wanted his hardness to enter her eager cunt as much as he did, but her conscience would not allow her to forget her inhibitions and fears enough to let him fuck her.
The muscular young athlete waited until his red-haired girl friend was gasping out her first groans of ecstatic pleasure, and then he made his move. Arching his back up and away from her, he aimed his painfully throbbing cock at the tiny clasping entrance to her churning pussy, and, with a sudden forward jerk, he drove it up into the wetness of her upthrusting loins.
As Andrea realized what her boyfriend was doing, she tried to squirm out from under him, but the turgid head of his penis was already firmly lodged up inside her tender cuntal orifice, and the relentless weight of his strong young body pressed her down to the ground.
"No! No!," she protested, as she felt the excruciating outward pressure inside her narrow virginal opening.
Tony only grunted in answer and continued his merciless forward thrust, feeling the untried walls of his red-haired girl friend's pussy slowly giving way. The tight hot resistance around his swollen shaft sent waves of exquisite pleasure rushing through his body, and he knew that if he could only push his cock all the way up into the tightness of her moistly heated cunt, he would explode immediately. It wouldn't be the tender loving fuck he had always dreamed about with his girl friend, but cumming up inside her warm wet sheath of flesh would be enough for the time being. Once he had fucked up into her, she would not be so hard to persuade the next time - if there was a next time.
"Tony! You can't! You just can't!" Andrea pleaded up at him, fighting down her own, almost irresistible impulse to let him go ahead and put his penis all the way in -- right up to the hilt. It felt so terribly good! She jerked her buttocks back and forth on the ground as she tried in vain to escape the persistent intrusion, inadvertently causing Tony even more frantically exciting pleasure.
So far, only the bulbous tip-end of his lust-hardened penis had entered her tight little vagina, but she wriggled beneath him like a helplessly impaled butterfly pinned to a board. Then, in a last desperate attempt to preserve her closely guarded maidenhead, the eighteen-year-old virgin grasped the cum-bloated warmth of his testicles in both hands, and she feverishly began to milk them. She knew that this would force her boyfriend to climax whether he wanted to right away or not, and she hoped and prayed that he would cum before his fiercely pummeling cock tore its way through her hymen and her precious innocence was gone forever.
"Ooohhh, God!" Tony moaned above her. "You ...you're making me cum, baby. Ooohhh!"
The dark-haired youth bit down madly on his lip to try to hold back, but it was already too late. Already he could feel the powerful surge of semen boiling up out of his tingling balls, and then it spurted endlessly out of his wildly jerking cock up into the hot narrow mouth of her cunt. Tony shoved desperately forward with all his strength as he made a last stab at getting all the way into the inviting softness of her pussy, but his strength seemed to have suddenly drained out of him, and somehow she managed to hold him off, pulling down hard on his exploding balls.
Andrea felt the hot sticky liquid spewing up into her cunt and then flooding back out again around his spasming cock to drip wetly down the insides of her thighs. She wanted more than anything else in the world to cum with him, but she knew that if she let herself go, he would thrust forward up into the inner depths of her vagina, and she would have nothing left to give her future husband, whether Tony or someone else. And if she got pregnant, her whole future as a professional tennis player would be ruined.
After what seemed an eternity, Tony gasped above her, his full virile load of semen depleted, as his body collapsed down on top of hers. His slowly deflating cock lost its purchase in the tightness of her semen-soaked vagina! mouth and slipped out to lie uselessly between her softly quivering thighs.
He had been so tantalizingly close to entering her that Andrea had almost lost control, and now she moved her hands from his soft dangling testicles and began to massage her clitoris, hoping to complete the orgasm she had wanted so much.
The slightly stretched opening to her vagina felt the pressure of his penis as though it were still lodged tightly inside, and it was only a moment before she, too, gasped and twisted beneath her boyfriend's limp body. Her trembling thighs clenched in desperation around his deflated penis, and she bucked up and down under him as the delicious waves of sensation burned like hot firebrands throughout her jangled nerve endings.
"Ooohhh, honey! Ooohhh, I'm cumming, honey! Squeeze my breasts ... pinch my tits!" she begged in blissful agony.
Exhausted and weak from his orgasm, the youth tried to do as his girlfiriend asked, but was unable to do more than place his trembling hands weakly on the heaving mounds of her breasts and lightly stroke them, feeling the tautly erect buds of her aroused nipples burning into the palms of his hands.
Then it was over, and Andrea lay breathing heavily under him, the air hissing slightly through her teeth as she gasped for breath. Tony could feel her nostrils flaring against his cheek, and then she licked her tongue lightly up into his ear, a gesture of appreciation that she always used after cumming. Apparently, Andrea had forgotten for the moment that he had almost fucked her against her will, but Tony was also aware that she would soon remember it and try to give him hell for it. This time, however, he wasn't going to give her the chance. No, this time he would get to her first.
"Sometimes I think you're nothing but a fucking prick-tease," he growled down at her. He put his hands down on either side of her still heaving body and lifted himself away from her. "Someday you're going to get it, and you'll wish it'd been me, because it'll be somebody who won't give a shit about you and your goddamned principles. He'll just fuck you till you can't walk, and he'll laugh at your tears and walk off and leave you."
Andrea gasped in disbelief. She couldn't believe Tony's sudden change in attitude. In a matter of seconds he had seemed to lose all respect for her and for how she felt. The young redhead had always heard that was what would happen if a man was ever allowed to get his way with her before she married him, and now she realized it was true.
"Don't... don't you dare talk to me like that, Anthony Emerson!" she sputtered.
"I'll talk to you anyway I want!" he snapped back. "You're going away tomorrow, and you'll no doubt play your teasing game with plenty of other guys before I see you again. But get this, if you ever hope to come back to me, baby, you'd damn well better be ready to go all the way -- and, if you're not a virgin, the whole world will know what a phony you really are. Oh, you may win the Davis Cup, but it's going to be a wild world out there, baby, and you won't meet many more nice guys. We've both experienced enough of life to know that!"
Andrea was stunned by his vehemence and the coldness of his tone. She could only stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at him as he got up, straightened his clothes and zipped up his fly. His penis was still slightly swollen as he stuffed it back inside his shorts, and, for a brief moment, she thought of trying to calm him down by starting all over again. She knew she could do it - many times she had jerked him off two or three times in one night. But he had already said too much. She no longer felt like trying to appease him in the slightest. She had wanted to avoid a scene, and this was what she got for it! Well, let him go away mad. Tomorrow she would be gone, and he would be sorry he'd spoken to her this way!
Despite the fact that she didn't want Tony to know how much the words had stung her, Andrea felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes, and she sat up on the ground to search her purse for some kleenex. After wiping away the tears from her cheeks, she did the best she could to clean away the sticky white semen from her inner thighs, working in silence, and then she too got up and faced him.
Tony opened his mouth to continue his tirade, but she interrupted him. "Now you listen to me," she began. "If you had gotten what you wanted tonight, we would both be in a really bad fix, so you can thank your lucky stars I have more strength of character than you have. I'm glad you finally showed your true colors, -because when I come back to town I'm going to be in a different world from yours -- we won't even be speaking the same language. I'm going to Southern California to start up the road to fame and success, and I won't need some creep from a state university trailing along after me."
Tony stood there open-mouthed as she continued her lecture. This was a side of his pretty red-haired girl friend that Tony Emerson had never seen, though he had had a sneaking suspicion that her drive for success would eventually overwhelm everything else in her life.
"You think you can make the grade by playing basketball for good old State U, don't you? Well, maybe, but it's not very likely. Anybody with half a brain can see that you have to be sponsored, you have to be backed by money, right from the beginning. Maybe it's different in basketball -- but I don't play basketball, remember? I play tennis. And I'll only be young once, and, while I am, I want to be up there when I can still beat the time of the best players in the game. And I'll do anything to get the chance. Anything!"
The young redhead's pretty face was distorted by the intensity of her emotion, her green eyes flashing, and Tony could barely recognize her for the sweet, docile Andrea he had known. She seemed transformed beyond belief.
"I see," the young black-haired man answered with sudden understanding. His mouth twisted into a tight, angry sneer. "You've been holding off fucking me because I was a nobody, is that it? You'll let the first guy who can give you a boost get into your tight little twat. Well, there are names for girls like you ... only I won't dirty my mouth by saying them."
Not waiting for a reply to his bitter words, Tony turned on his heel and strode off, leaving her standing alone and a little bewildered Under the arbor of trees. She wasn't so sure now she wanted to leave Tony feeling so angry at her. And under his breath, he whispered through clenched teeth a phrase that Andrea felt she would never forget.
"Cheap whore!"
Chapter Two
The Mariposa Country Club in Southern California had once been the estate of a wealthy family, but now it was a pleasure haunt for many families. The current generation's nouveauriche came from far and wide to get away from the tiresome tract homes they had paid small fortunes to buy. A chic piano bar was situated in the old library still replete with books no one ever read anymore. You could sit at the bar and look out over the golf course that had been made among the endless lawns and gardens. The great French doors at the near end of the room opened out onto a flagstone terrace and a gigantic heart-shaped swimming pool.
The bar itself was normally packed with members and their friends, overflowing onto the back terrace, but it was too early now, and there were only one or two people present who had drunk too much the night before and spent the night in one of the available bedrooms. With black coffee, bloody Marys and screwdrivers, they sat in the corners, nursing their hangovers. One felt much like talking, and there was an air of solemnity hanging over the room.
The dark mood was changed abruptly when the side door by the reception desk opened and Andrea Wade entered, followed by the club manager, Mike Barton. Andrea wore a brief orange mini-dress that barely covered her flowered bikini panties beneath. The thin smooth material clung to her voluptuous curves as though she had been poured into it, and the sight of her flaming red hair and nubile body brought an interested gleam to the bleary eyes of the bartender and one of the drinkers in the corner. The young girl had the habit of tossing her head to throw her copper-penny hair back over her shoulders when she entered a room, a movement which caused her ripely thrusting breasts to jiggle tantalizingly inside her tight dress. Then she stepped forward into the room with long sure strides that made the firm muscles of her thighs ripple under the smooth white flesh.
Walking behind her with a bemused smile on his face, Mike Barton watched the suggestive swaying of her amply-fleshed hips. His eyes may have seemed lost in thought, but they were dreamily focused on the young girl's inviting buttocks and thighs. Unconsciously, the older man licked his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue as Andrea stretched herself to sit upon one of the tall leather-covered stools at the bar. He caught a brief glimpse of the tender smooth skin of her thigh where it met the lacy edge of her nylon panties, and he felt a familiar ache of new desire tickling at his loins. He then perched himself on the stool next to her with an exaggerated groan of effort in an attempt to cover his lascivious feelings,
"What'll it be, Miss Wade? A double gin on the rocks?" Mike asked solicitously when she turned her smiling face to meet his.
"Just some plain orange juice, if you don't mind," answered the innocent young redhead.
"Maybe a little gin or vodka to spice it up a bit?"
"Thanks," she smiled, "but I don't drink. I never had much practice, and, besides, I'm afraid it might cut down on my stamina."
"It's up to you ... though, I must say, my girl friends never complained about me losing my stamina." Mike Barton gave a lewd wink, his blue eyes twinkling, and then he forced his face into a serious expression and straightened up, once more the respectable club manager. Already he had developed a strong interest in this nubile redhead, but he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere to scare her off with suggestive remarks. It crossed his mind that she might not even understand what he was talking about.
"Steve, "this is Miss Wade, our new tennis instructor for the summer," Mike Barton said to the bartender waiting silently for his order. "Steve makes the best martinis this side of Palm Springs. Plain orange juice for the young lady, Steve; the usual for me."
"Right! You're part of the family, now, Miss Wade."
"Thank you," Andrea said, impressed by the quiet manner and the elegant red jacket of the middle-aged bartender. She glanced around at the plush room and then looked out the windows to where she could see a number of early-morning golfers, like toy soldiers in the distance, playing on an immaculate carpet of green grass.
"I think you'll like it here," the club manager told her. "We're all one big family, and I'm sure everyone of us will be available in case you ever need anything."
"Oh, yes, I'm sure I'll like it here, Mr. Barton," Andrea replied, tossing her red hair back as she turned to face him with a wide smile. "It's just lovely. And my room is so much more than I expected, with a little kitchen and everything. I'm really happy you decided to hire me for the job."
"Well, it was difficult to make a choice with so many fine athletes coming up these days, but you made a very good impression on Boyd Donovan when he saw you in Flagstaff. He's a good man, and we took his word for it that you'd work out. He knows the kind of people we cater to and what we need in our personnel. And, after meeting you, I have to agree with him once again. You're charming and you're lovely, and, to judge from all reports, an excellent tennis player as well."
Andrea couldn't help blushing from the warm compliments he was paying her, and she noticed that his eyes darted from time to time down to her full breasts or lingered over her smooth thighs. Deliberately, she squirmed her buttocks around on the stool and crossed her shapely legs. Now that she was getting into the world that held possibilities, she would have to remember to play her seductive role whenever it seemed advantagious to her career.
The drinks were brought and they sipped them in silence for a few moments, a thoughtful look on Barton's face. Then, after she declined a cigarette, he lit one for himself and began to speak in an earnest voice.
"I'd like to discuss one more little thing with you. You know that Mariposa has a tradition of being behind top-notch athletes in their careers. Hank Morrow, the golf pro, got his start here. Swimmer Flip Dawson, too. But we've never yet had a real winner in the tennis line. The club is proud of what they've accomplished so far and we hope to continue this tradition. We look forward to adding more famous names to the list of those who started out here."
Andrea nodded her head understandingly, hardly able to control the excitement building up in the pit of her stomach. She had barely arrived, and already the manager was hinting to her about a possible sponsorship.
"There is every indication," Mike Barton continued, running his strong hand back over his thinning blond hair, "that you may be potential championship material. Are you by any chance interested in going on and getting into an amateur or professional career in tennis?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Barton!" Andrea quickly answered. "That's been my dream from the start. It's the only ambition I've ever had -- to be a professional tennis player. .. maybe, to win the Davis Cup. At least, to get a chance at it,"
"Great! That's really great! We'll have a lot of work ahead of us, of course, and you'll have the hardest part. Not only will you have to prove to the selection committee that you've got what it takes, but, well, there's another kind of responsibility. I'm afraid there's always a little bit of politicking involved in this type of thing, and you'll have to cater to a few old codgere -- try to make them like you.. . that kind of thing. I'm sure you'll have no trouble -- you'll charm them all. Success in this world very seldom depends on .ability -- as you'll be learning all too soon."
"Yes, I understand, Mr. Barton. I hope you'll keep me informed as we go along. I'm willing to do almost anything to have a chance to compete around the country," the redhead said earnestly, smiling, and turning her soft green eyes on Mike's face.
The club manager's face flashed a momentary surprise, and a leer appeared in his blue eyes for just a moment at the implications of her remark, and then he quickly regained control of himself and assumed his businesslike look once again.
"I will. I certainly will keep you informed. And I wish you the best of luck." He downed the last of his Bloddy Mary. "And now, let me take you and introduce you to my son, Gary, he's helping out around here for the summer. It's sort of summer training for him; he has ideas of running his own club some day."
Gary Barton looked very much like his father, the same blond hair, though much lighter, almost white, and the same blue eyes, though without the seriousness of his father's. His grin was friendly, almost impudent, as he greeted his father warmly and surveyed the young red-haired girl with an almost lascivious stare.
"Ill leave you to my son, Andrea," Mike Barton said, using her given name for the first time. "I think I should warn you, though, Gary has the reputation of being a ladykiller. You better watch him."
Andrea laughed ;as she said goodbye to the older man. Young Gary was just a kid, no matter how much of a Romeo he thought he was. She could take care of herself. He was an attractive kid, though; he was tall, well over six feet, and his white tennis outfit showed off his brawny chest and muscular suntanned thighs. He certainly looked strong enough -- and virile, she thought, noticing the prominent bulge in his tennis shorts. He smiled at her as if he would like to take her in his arms and kiss her right then and there. It promises to be a very interesting summer, she thought even if he is just a kid. He can't be more than seventeen.
She was very conscious of the year's difference in their ages, and she was sure she'd have no trouble at all keeping him in his place. Still, it might be fun to see just how hot and bothered she could get him, she thought, lowering her eyelashes coyly as the younger Barton stared at her.
"I never cease to be amazed at my father's ability to pick beautiful girls," Gary told her, "but you're the most gorgeous creature he's found in a long time. It's nice to have you as part of the family."
Something about the way he said the last phrase sounded ominous, so entirely different from the way his father and Steve had said it. It was almost as if he were somehow making an obscene remark. She turned the phrase over in her mind, but try as she might, she could see nothing suggestive about the words themselves.
"Look, let me show you around the place. It'll have to be a quickie, and then I have to get back here. The early birds will be back from their first nine holes very soon, and I have to be here. You know, I guess, that you don't have to start work till next Monday?" He took her by the elbow and led her through the stables.
"Yes, Mr. Barton - your father - told me I was free until then," she said. "I hadn't really expected that -- it's very nice."
"Did he also tell you that you have full use of all club facilities? We like our people to mix with the members. It makes everybody feel more at home, like it's one big family. Get familiar with the people and with the grounds." He paused in the shadows of the sweet-and-sour smelling stables and abruptly turned to the startled eighteen-year-old girl.
Andrea's green eyes opened wide in a questioning look, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. Young Gary Barton suddenly leaned down, putting his arms around her and pulling her toward him, and then he pressed his warm moist lips down over hers. The red-haired teenager was so startled she did nothing to resist, merely closing her eyes as he flicked his tongue lightly in between her parted lips. It was strangely exciting to her to be kissing a boy she'd met only minutes before, and she found her body warmly responding. Tony was the only boy she'd been this close to for a year now, and it was only out ,of a sense of propriety that she resisted the impulse to wrap her arms around Gary's neck and press her body into closer contact with his.
But it was, nevertheless, a long kiss, in which the blond-haired youth seemed to be exploring the responsive possibilities of this enticing young toy suddenly made available to him. After a long time, when he had snaked his tongue in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth numerous times and felt the timid initial response beginning in her, he was breathing hard against her cheek and her own nostrils flared as she struggled for breath. His strong hands were still grasping her shoulders, and, finally, he pushed her away gently and looked into her green eyes.
"I like you, Andrea," he breathed. "Let's get to know each other better, okay?" A lewd little smile of anticipation passed over his lips as he stared into her eyes.
"I... I like you, too," Andrea stammered, almost unable to control herself from the unexpected excitement coursing through her quivering body.
"Well go dancing tonight in the pavillion an.d then take a moonlight stroll, if you want. It's beautiful here this time of the year. It'll be pretty crowded later on in the season."
"All right. I'd like that. And I guess I'll be pretty busy after Monday." The young redhead was a little nervous about accepting a date so quickly; she didn't want Gary to get the wrong idea about her - that she was an easy girl or something -- but at the same time, she didn't want to offend the club manager's son by being too aloof. And after all, it was better than sitting in her room alone and watching TV. What harm could there be in a simple date?
The blond-haired youth quickly led Andrea through the rest of the grounds, introducing her to the people in charge, and then he dropped her off at her quarters and went back to work.
It had been a lovely evening. First Andrea Wade and Gary had dined together on the upper terrace under the stars, where he had insisted she sample several glasses of wine and finish off the sumptuous meal with a liqueur. The waiters treated them like royalty, and to her it was a preview of the life she hoped to enter soon. Then they danced for a time to a four-piece combo under paper lanterns, and Gary held her close on the slow numbers. By the time they were ready to go for a walk, Gary, who had been drinking pretty steadily, was placing moist kisses on the tender skin of her neck. Andrea's heart was racing with excitement from the handsome boy's constant attentions. She found herself no longer thinking of him as "just a kid". He seemed so much older than his years and so confident -- much more so than Tony who was her own age.
As they left the narrow walkway between the rows of shrubs and walked out onto the open fairway of the country club golf course, the lovely young ghi's head was spinning hazily from the effects of so much alcohol, and she clutched Gary's strong arm as he led the way over the soft grass. After they had walked for some time in the bright night, Andrea caught a glimpse of a large pond in the distance, and she begged him to take her there. When he seemed to ignore her entreaties, she tore herself away from him and, laughing happily, ran ahead of him toward the sparkling water.
"It's beautiful," she shouted in the quiet evening air. "What a shame we didn't bring our swimsuits."
"Who needs 'em?" the manager's young son asked, and before she knew what he was doing, Gary had begun stripping off his clothes and was standing naked at the water's edge, looking like a young Greek god poised in the moonlight. She found herself staring unashamedly at his masculinely perfect body, and she watched breathlessly as he made a splashless dive into the clear pond water.
"Come on in!" Gary shouted to her from near the center of the pond. "You get fifty cents for every ball you find." He went down in a dive and came back up holding a white golf ball for her to see. "Here's one. Catch!" he called, tossing the ball to her.
She missed the ball, but a few drops of water splashed against her arm and her dress. "Oh! You're getting my dress wet!" she complained, stepping back a little from the edge.
"Serves you right for being such a prude," he answered, swimming closer and starting to arc water up at her in splash after splash.
She ran back, screaming with delight, managing to miss most of the spray he aimed at her. Then she stood watching as he dived and surfaced over and over again, cavorting like a playful dolphin, until finally it seemed he was having so much fun that the redhead felt an irresistible urge to join him in the water.
"Promise you won't watch if I come in?" Andrea asked a little anxiously.
"Heck! What would I want to watch you for?" Gary snorted. "You can leave on your bra and panties if it makes you feel any safer from a lecherous old man like me."
She didn't want to tell him that she wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath her three-quarter length evening dress, but she decided to keep on her panties and try to get into the water quickly before he could get a good look at her breasts. She kicked off her shoes and, in one swift movement, she lifted the dress over her head. Since it was so warm, she wasn't wearing a slip either, and for a split second she stood at the edge of the pond with nothing on but a pair of bikini panties. Then she arched like a white fish into the air and went into the water with hardly a ripple.
Gary Barton whistled appreciatively through his teeth at the sight of her voluptuous nakedness in the moonlight. He had known she was as shapely as any young woman he had ever seen, but he had never expected the fullness of her proudly upthrust breasts, the wasp-like narrow waist flaring out to lush, rounded hips, the long smooth legs tapering down to slender ankles. When she dived, her long crimson hair flowed out behind her like a flaming banner of challenging beauty. And the tiny triangle of her white nylon bikini panties made his cock jerk excitedly in the cool water. Gary groaned softly in the night and felt his testicles warm with pleasure as he thought of trying to fuck this alluring young redhead as he had so many other women at the club. He had fucked older women and younger, and this was one important reaspn for going along with his father and helping him out summer after summer, but he had never encountered one so alluringly provocative as this sweet young redhead named Andrea Wade. He felt his penis jerking slowly into life with his lewd thoughts, and he grasped the growing shaft in his fingers and squeezed it for good luck.
Andrea swam like a mermaid, dipping and rolling through the water as though she had been born there, while Gary moved over to the shallow water near the edge, watching in fascination. He especially like a kind of wave-like motion she made through the water by holding her arms at her sides and undulating her body like a fish. He caught fleeting glimpses of her gleaming white body as the young girl tossed and twisted through the water, the occasional full view of her ripely rounded breasts causing the blood to pound in his loins.
He just had to fuck the country club's new tennis teacher, and soon before all the others got a chance at her. He had no doubt that leading the lecherous pack of wolves would be his own father. It was hard for the teenager to understand why his forty-year-old father seemed to do as well as Gary himself with the young girls, and he was certain that at the first opportunity, his old man would make a big play for this innocent young redhead.
At length, Andrea became tired and swam lazily toward the shore where she had left her clothes. But Gary Barton dashed out of the pond, beating her to the heap of garments by a few steps and grabbed up her gown. He ran toward a tall tree in the nearby rough and tossed the dress up to hang from a branch too high for her to reach. Now she would have to climb the tree for it stark naked, or she would have to wait for him to get it for her.
"W ... what are you doing?" the girl shivered slightly from the sudden coolness of the night air, and she noticed a slight but unmistakable change in the expression on Gary's face, and it frightened her. He suddenly looked absolutely merciless to her.
"I don't want you to get dressed yet," he told her in a rasping voice. "Come have a drink." The blond-haired youth lifted a leather-encased flask of Scotch from his jacket pocket and held it out toward her. "Come on, Andrea. Don't be afraid. It'll warm you up, believe me."
The nearly naked young redhead covered her breasts ineffectually with her forearms and stared at the club assistant in disbelief. His semi-erect penis was rising steadily upward in front of him, and, in the moonlight, it looked to her like a terrifying monument to male power. Andrea had seen only Tony's penis before this, and the difference in shape and size was incredible. Gary Barton's penis was much longer and thicker than Tony's, and Andrea found herself wondering how any woman could possibly take something that big inside her without being split apart.
"Don't you dare treat me this way, Gary Barton!" she started demanding, but her voice faltered, and she continued pleadingly. "Give me my dress and let's go back to the club house." There was desperation in her voice, but he made no sign of relenting, and suddenly Andrea was very much afraid. Although she was fairly certain that she could outrun him, where could she go without her clothes? Perhaps she could have found her way back to her room, if only she'd paid more attention to the layout of the golf course. She wasn't even quite sure which way the club house was.
And then a second fear suddenly entered her mind and jolted her like a streak of lightning. Suppose she did get away from the manager's son, would he then say something against her to his manager-father and cause her to lose her new job even before she started? And even worse, she'd lose the opportunity for competing for the Davis Cup. She couldn't let that happen! The young girl decided she could handle him and protect herself from his obvious intentions. After all her practice in keeping her boyfriend
Tony from going too far, she should be able to do it without too much difficulty. Still, she'd have to be careful not to get him too upset. Slowly she made up her mind.
"Come on, come on," Gary urged her impatiently, beckoning with the flask. "I won't bite you. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise you that."
"Only if you'll turn your back and promise you won't try anything," the determined young girl said. "And only one drink, then we go. Okay?"
Smiling to himself, Gary Barton turned slowly around and faced away from her. He held out the flask toward his side and waited, not moving, except for his heavy breathing and the compulsive jerking of his erect penis.
Nervously approaching him from the back and reaching out to take the extended flask from his hand, the frightened young redhead was desperately hoping that she could get out of this problematic situation without losing face. Andrea wished now that she had never accepted Gary's invitation, but it was too late for that now. If she kept a level head, she just might get out of this all right; if not, she risked losing everything she had struggled for.
Standing cold and nearly naked, Andrea took the flask, and the strong smell of straight Scotch burned her nostrils as she held it up to her lips. Andrea was afraid she wouldn't be able to drink it, especially after all the wine they had drunk at dinner and the liqueur afterwards. The eighteen-year-old tennis instructor had never drunk anything stronger than a beer in her life, and she didn't like the dizzy light-headed feeling it gave her.
She held the mouth of the flask up to her lips and hesitated, when Gary Barton suddenly swung around and wrapped his left arm around her neck.
"Come on, Andrea, drink up," he growled. With his right hand, he tilted the flask so that the fiery liquid began to pour into her mouth. "Drink!" he repeated in a threatening way, and she swallowed a scorching mouthful of the liquid.
Almost immediately she felt the warmth spreading through her body, thankful at least that she was able to stop shivering. But she gasped for air from the searing effect in her throat and started to choke.
"A little more, and you'll be all right," the relentless blond-haired youth told her.
Andrea felt him press the mouth of the flask harshly against her bared teeth and she could hear the Scotch gurgling as more of it entered her mouth. This time it didn't burn as much, and she relaxed a little in his grip as she swallowed still another mouthful.
"That's better, baby," Gary whispered hoarsely, and then he lifted the flask to his own lips and took a long swallow.
"Now, please ... ," Andrea started, but she coughed and choked as she found if difficult to speak with her mouth burning so intensely. "Please... take me back," she managed in a whisper. She tried to sound stern in spite of the fact that her head was beginning to reel from the effects of the alcohol.
"In a minute, baby. First I want a little kiss."
Without giving her a chance to protest, he swooped down and pressed his burning hot lips over hers, pushing his tongue deep into the confused girl's mouth before she could stop him. Her mouth already felt as though it were on fire from the burning effects of the Scotch, and the lashing hotness of his lewdly probing tongue sent waves of additional fire shooting through Andrea's almost naked body. Since Gary's left arm was still wrapped firmly around her neck, it was impossible to pull away.
With his right hand, the well built young man began to caress Andrea's fearfully heaving breasts, alternately cupping them in his palms and tweaking the tiny pink buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The inescapeable sensations were electrifying, and Andrea's inexperienced body trembled all over from his burning kiss and touch. Gary's tongue slipped smoothly in and out of the hot moistness of her mouth, creating a sensual rhythm that was threatening to drive the helpless girl wild.
Afraid that she would reveal her naturally warm and passionate nature, the young Davis
Cup hopeful moaned and struggled in pretended protest, secretly wanting him to continue sending the delicious feelings of warmth spreading down into her nearly naked loins. She clenched her thighs together to quell the tingling hunger building up between them, the muscles of her thighs trembling from her growing excitement. She wanted to slap him, to push him away, but instead, her hands hung loosely at her sides, her arms pinned at the elbows by his, as though she had no control over her own limbs. The mind-numbing effects of all the wine she had drunk earlier, and now the Scotch, washed away her will to resist.
Suddenly, after giving a deep-throated moan, Gary twisted his captive redhead around to face him, pressing his rigidly pulsing penis into the naked softness of her belly. The hand formerly caressing and fondling at her breasts now slipped down over her satin-smooth hip and reached around behind her, sliding under the elastic waistband of her soaking wet bikini panties to grasp her tautly clenched buttocks and draw her up against his strong muscular body.
Andrea could feel his huge rock-hard cock throbbing against her quivering belly, its presence holding her as though it possessed some mysterious power over her will. She could feel little shivers of wanton excitement radiating wickedly throughout her protesting body from the point where his desire-thickened penis touched her naked flesh. Uncontrollably, she pushed her belly forward against his hotly pounding shaft of flesh and moaned deep in her throat,
"You like that, don't you, baby?" the blond-haired youth said, pulling his mouth away from hers. "Just wait till I put it inside your little pussy and fuck you," he added, looking-down at her with an obscene smile on his face.
"Oh, no! No! You can't!" Andrea protested, stammering, "I . . . I've never done that... I... I'm a ... a virgin." Then she started struggling violently against his strong grip. "Please let me go, Gary. I can't... you ... you mustn't!"
Gary released his hold on her stiffly protesting young body so quickly that Andrea almost fell to the ground. Then, dropping to his knees in front of her, he hooked his thumbs in the waist-band of her white panties before she realized what was happening. Then, the manager's son slowly peeled the clinging white nylon panties down from her hips, unveiling to his hungry eyes the secret treasure of her red hair-covered pussy mound, while the distraught girl struggled to retain her balance by holding onto his shoulders. She thrust her buttocks away from him in an attempt to prevent the insensitive stripping away of her last shred of protective clothing. However, as Andrea pulled back, Gary yanked downward, completely exposing the enticing little scarlet triangle to his greedy eyes. Her scanty white panties were now rolled into a narrow double noose around her knees, and before she could move again, Gary placed his hands on her waist and jerked her forward so that the tantalizing softness of her pubic hair was jammed against his face. Then he cupped both of her roundly molded ass-cheeks in his palms, digging his strong fingers into the soft resilient flesh until it squeezed out between his fingers in white ridges.
Young Gary Barton licked his lips as he stared at the puckered lips of her untried pussy, wanting to greedily spread them apart with his probing tongue. He knew that would break down any resistance she might have left, but he couldn't wait. His cock was throbbing so insistently that he felt an urgent need to sink the lust-swollen shaft up to the hilt in her soft white belly. He had the entire summer to enjoy getting her turned on to tongue-fucking, like all the other girls he had seduced in the past. Right now he felt an overwhelming need to take her in a brutal first fuck, one that she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life.
The innocent young girl felt his moist lips sear a burning trail of passion up over the sensitively quivering skin of her belly as he moved up toward the naked roundness of her breasts looming above his head. Gary extended his tongue when he reached the narrow cleft between the succulent twin melons, licking it back and forth like a fluttering serpent's tongue in a lewd spiral of lust. Then he opened his jaws as wide as he could and took a great mouthful of her right breast into the hungering hotness of his mouth as he flicked his tongue repeatedly back and forth over the spongy erected nipple at the tip. He heard a groan above him as he closed his teeth lightly around the hardened bud and then circled it teasingly with his darting tongue.
"Ooohhh ... don't! Please, don't," she pleaded as he heedlessly nipped and sucked at the warm turgid flesh. Without warning, he switched to the other breast, leaving Andrea's saliva-soaked nipple to cool in the fresh night air.
The helplessly aroused young girl couldn't understand what was happening to her. Always before, when Tony was doing his best to make her lose her self-control, she could hold back her feelings at will. Now, it seemed that her naked body was no longer.her own. It was someone else's over which she had no control of any kind, the lust in her loins was a legacy from a primitive side of herself she had not known existed and had never before ventured to explore.
The handsome young man's mouth working eagerly at her wide-set breasts was driving her wild, the pink nubs of her nipples quivering under his lewd tonguing. Suddenly she felt an extended finger exploring the narrow crevice of her buttocks, seeking a way into the tightness between her upper thighs until it was tickling at the small hair-lined mouth of her vagina from the rear. Violent jolts of forbidden delight raced up and down her spine as Gary fingered and rubbed with teasing insistence at the moistly seeping warmth of her cuntal mouth.
"No! Oh, nooo! You can't...," Andrea whimpered, pushing with all her might against Gary's muscular shoulders in an attempt to escape his obscene ministrations, but he was too strong for her. Straining against the restricting panties down around her knees, the young girl spread her feet on the ground to get a better stance for breaking away, inadvertently opening her moistening loins and giving the lusting young man easier access.
Feeling the increasing wetness up between her thighs, Gary Barton suddenly sank his extended middle finger up to the second knuckle into her virginal pussy, exulting in the succulent readiness he had brought her to. It was obvious that she had been too repressed in her hometown to let herself go.
Sensing that she was on the verge of losing complete control, Andrea began struggling fiercely once again. Her voluptuously naked form was writhing in front of Gary like a victim trying to escape the clutches of a python, and the manager's son quickly made his move. He dropped both hands down to the back of her knees and jerked them forward. The red-haired girl went down as if she'd been tackled on a football field, grasping desperately at his head and shoulders to keep from hitting the ground in an unbroken fall. Her back pressed down into the damp grass, and her red hair spread around her head like a flaming fiery halo.
The blond-haired youth gave the eighteen-year-old virgin no time to recover from the shock of her fall, but scrambled on his hands and knees up over her as he tore away the flimsy white panties still binding her knees. Then he dropped between her splayed legs and pinned her down before she could press her knees together to protect her nakedly exposed vaginal opening.
There were no words coming from her mouth now, only the breathless gasps of her silent struggle to prevent the impending rape of her tender young loins. The weight of his strong muscular physique held her powerless under him as he wriggled up over her futilely squirming body until his pulsating hardness was aligned with the fearfully cringing opening to her innocent young pussy. Andrea felt his hands fasten her arms to the ground up over her head, leaving her to buck and twist her naked torso under him as she clasped his insistent body between her legs in a last vain attempt to throw him off.
Gary was now searching wildly with the tip of his bulging penis for the moistly heated opening he was determined to enter, and soon he felt it like a wet hot oven emitting heat onto his blood-engorged cock-head.
He flexed his buttocks slightly and settled the throbbing tip-end firmly into the outer flanges of Andrea's tightly clenched vaginal opening, a great sigh of triumph escaping from his lips as he neared his goal. Gary could feel the soft curls of her pubic hair tickling his swollen cock as it hung poised for entry between the hotly throbbing lips of the eighteen-year-old girl's never-before-fucked cunt.
Andrea quivered away from the hot intruding hugeness inescapably lodged up between her legs, loosing a gasp of mingled desire and anticipation of pain. In her alcohol-numbed state, she suddenly realized that she had been waiting for years to experience the pleasure and happiness of total lovemaking, but had always been afraid of following through on her own. Now, dear God, now she had no choice!
Gary Barton paused for a moment, and he lifted his head to grin lewdly down at Andrea's lovely young face, enjoying the wide-eyed look of fear and desire spread over her fine-boned features. He savored for a moment the warm moistness of her pussy-lips throbbing in desperate anticipation around his lust-engorged cock-head, and then, smiling evilly, he jerked his hips forward and with one long brutal stab drove his steel-hard shaft straight through the ineffectual barrier of her maidenhead, and on until he felt it slam against the soft tip of the helpless girl's cervix deep up inside.
"Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh, God! It hurts! Help me... stop!" Andrea screamed, her thighs swept wide apart by the relentless pressure of his rapacious thrust. She was certain that he had split her apart down there, and the agony seemed unbearable. It felt as though the thick end of a baseball bat had been shoved up between her legs and now lay obscenely embedded in the tender flesh of her painfully stretched vagina. "Stop! You're killing me!" she cried.
But it was useless. "Yell all you want to, baby," Gary growled down at her, breathing heavily from the effort to penetrate her excruciatingly tight pussy. He could feel a hot flowing inside from her ruptured hymen, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before the clasping pressure of her cuntal walls would ease off and he could begin to slide his cock in and out with little resisting friction. "There's nobody who can hear you out here."
Straightening up on his arms, his hands still holding hers pinned defenselessly to the ground, Gary gazed down at this innocent young girl so helplessly impaled on his rock-hard cock. Her voluptuously rounded breasts heaved with her labored breathing, and her stomach rose and fell with each gasp from her lips. Their bodies were joined lewdly together at the loins, his wiry blond pubic hair tangling with the fiery crimson curls of his young victim. He was glued up between her widely spread white thighs by the hilt-deep shaft of his eagerly pulsing penis.
"Ooohhh!" Andrea moaned in a high-pitched fluttering voice. The young girl could feel her vaginal walls palpitating around the rigid hardness filling her as she had never been filled before, and she felt her cuntal fluids slowly seeping out around the impaling spear of flesh. The sudden entry had torn her flesh with searing pain, but a soothing numbness began to set in, making it more bearable for her. Andrea moaned piteously and screwed her eyes tightly shut as it dawned on her that the very moment she had dreaded and yet awaited for so long had finally arrived. The treasure of her maidenhead that the innocent young redhead had been saving for the man she would many had been brutally ripped out of her possession in that one powerful lunge up into her quivering belly.
The word "virgin" no longer applied to her, and the thought brought hot tears of regret burning under her closed eyelids.
The insensitive Gary Barton saw the tears coming and he smiled in sadistic satisfaction -- it made him feel virile and all-powerful to have hurt this tender young redhead with his heavy cock. He could feel his cum-bloated balls throbbing in the warm little nest of flesh made by the juncture of her firm-fleshed buttocks and her outspread upper thighs. Little by little the tight pressure seizing around his aching cock eased off and the moistness increased as the young girl's vaginal fluids seeped hotly out over his impaling male shaft.
Slowly, then, he started to slip his desire-inflated rod back out of her tightly clasping cunt, feeling the slight palpitations of her cuntal muscles and reveling in the lust-inciting sensations it gave him. When only the turgid tip-end of his cock remained lodged within her wetly sucking pussy, Gary Barton looked down under his arm-supported body to see his thick, wetly glistening cock with just the head still buried up between her quivering thighs. Thin lips of inflamed cuntal flesh had followed his thick-veined cock back out of her inner vagina, holding fast around him as though trying to suck desperately the belly-filling instrument back up inside.
He groaned heavily in his chest from the obscene titillations of the picture, and then gradually he shoved his long, hard penis back up into her warmly expanding pussy opening. He watched as the hair-fringed bands of her cuntal flesh folded back inside around his plunging hardness and her soft crimson pubic hair curled inward again to graze against the dully glistening skin of his swollen cock. Relentlessly and coldly, Gary continued his gouging ascent up into her utmost vaginal depths. It was easier this time, since her hot little pussy was now moistened somewhat with defensive secretions, and the blond-haired youth quirked his mouth up in a little obscene smile of satisfaction. Already she was loosening up to his raping cock, and pretty soon she'd be turned into a mewling mass, of voluptuous feminine flesh, squealing helplessly and begging him to fuck her. That was the moment the manager's son always waited for -- that point in time when a reluctant, innocent young girl suddenly began to plead with her whole body and soul for the very, thing she had formerly been determined to avoid at all costs. That was conquest in its highest form for him, making a victim love her torture.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Gary Barton felt the bulbous tip of his penis bump softly up against her cushiony cervix, nudging and quivering expectantly against him. He was in even deeper than before, his entire lust-engorged penis buried to the very hilt in her boiling hot pussy, and he ground his pelvis tightly into her widespread loins, pressing in hard against the tiny bud of her awakening clitoris.
"Oh, God, you've got a tight little pussy!" he gasped hoarsely down at her still squirming nakedness. Andrea's lips had bared back over her even white teeth and her nostrils were flaring slightly in the nascent signs of her unwanted desire. The cruelly impaled young girl moaned in a fluttering voice as she felt her vagina opening up like a moist flower to take his thickly throbbing penis deep up into her quivering belly. The half-drunk young girl had never felt so filled in all her life. She was bursting with sensual anticipation like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Then she felt him begin to make experimental strokes up inside her softly shuddering vagina, until her traitorous body started following the irresistible impulse to match his thrusts with her own. Again and again their loins separated, only to press hotly back together a moment later with a little grinding twist as she felt his thick cock-shaft come into electrifying contact with her aroused clitoris.
Gary Barton gritted his teeth to keep from cumming right then and there as the hot semen began to swirl in his heavily-laden balls. Little by little he lengthened his strokes until at last he was slipping almost all" the way out of her now moistly expanding cunt, then lunging smoothly in again. With each rhythmic thrust he could feel his sperm-bloated testicles slapping up against her slowly grinding buttocks, and a tiny animal grunt escaped his lips whenever he hit home, a savage ritual chant as old as man, an echo from the dark animal days when men slept in caves.
"Ooohhh, God ... Ooohhh, God . ..," the helpless young female athlete moaned incessantly up into the moisture of Gary's mouth, shoving her tongue with complete abandon deep into his throat. Andrea couldn't believe what was happening to her. A sordidly brutal act that should have made her feel debased and ashamed was instead turning her inexperienced body into a sensitive mass of exquisite pleasure with overwhemlming flames of lewd desire coursing through her veins. It was all coming out in an uncorked rush, her body alive with the kindled passion that had lain dormant in her for so long, a smoldering coal of desire, lying in wait for the long hard penis that would make her burst into a hellish inferno of passion.
"Ooohhh, goood! Goood!" came the mewling words of passion from Andrea's lips. Faint whimperings of servile acceptance rose from her lungs as Gary fucked relentlessly up into her wildly tingling cunt, her naked young body following his, matching him stroke for stroke until she was bucking rhythmically beneath his pumping loins, her face twisted in an expression of insane lust that was totally new to her.
The blond-haired youth plunged his lust-driven cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the heated tightness of her crimson-haired cunt.
"Oooohhh, ooohhh," she moaned beneath him, twisting and squirming wantonly under his ravishment of her nakedly widespread loins. Gary knew she would soon be begging him for more, and by God, he would give it to her. He would fuck her until' she thought the top of her head was about to come off.
"Aaahhh, aaahhh, aaahhh!" Andrea cried out as suddenly Gary quickened his thrust, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick cock boring far up into the hidden recesses of her virginally clasping vagina. This was it! This was the answer to everything! Nothing could stop her now until she got what she wanted! Oh, God! It was so good!
And feeling Andrea responding, Gary slipped his strong sinewy hands down over the naked curves of her flesh and slid them beneath the softness of her straining buttocks, lifting them up off the grass for greater access to her loins. He lewdly squeezed one soft half-moon in each hand as he began to fuck with even greater frenzy into her now openly receptive cunt.
"It's wonderful! Oh, God, it's wonderful!" she cried and began to flex and unflex the muscles with the cushiony flesh of her ass-cheeks while his fingers clutched tightly into the cream-white firmness of her flesh.
With all the strength of his hips and thighs, Gary Barton thrust down into her, feeling the smooth hot flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting cock. He fucked into her from the very tips of his toes, ramming every last inch of his thundering rigidity up into her churning white belly, bringing louder and louder moans of pleasure from her lips. Andrea's eyes were wide open now, gazing glassy; and unseeing up at the twinkling summer stars. Their lights were reflected in her widening pupils like little flares of lust burning in the velvet night.
The young girl's cuntal secretions were hotly flooding around his smooth-thrusting shaft now, and wet sluicing noises came to her ears with each cruel driving lunge, blending with her soul-shattering groans of abandon.
Andrea felt his hands slip from her buttocks down to her inner thighs and then between them to the moisture-soaked pubic curls surrounding her pussy. Feeling him fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt stretched out around^ his hard-driving cock, she moaned at the crazy wild chills it sent traversing her spine. Gary continued to play with her cuntal area until continuous moans of unrestrained lust formed in her throat and escaped between her slightly parted lips.
Andrea's body was slippery from the sweat of her untamed emotions and her head flailed uncontrollably on the soft grass of the golf course, her long flaming red hair whipping back and forth like a cat-o'-nine-tails. Her mouth now hung slackly open as she gasped for breath in her abandoned state. She had become in a few moments something crazed and inhuman, twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and working them like scissors of flesh around Gary's strong lunging hips. Scarcely minutes before, she had wanted desperately to escape this cruel fate -- now she wanted him to keep going forever! Shame and humiliation raced wildly through her alcohol-dazed mind, tainting every forbidden sensation with a lewdness that unexplainably drove her only further into ecstasy.
"Oh! Ooohhh! Deeper! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck meee!" she wailed in words she had never used before, slaving with her lithe young body to derive more pleasure from his endlessly pumping loins. She was charged like an electric battery, and the current was building and building until she knew she would have to cum soon or go mad from the mind-blowing pleasure. Her feet suddenly raised up over his back, her toes curling under into tight little balls as she strained for the release that she had been waiting so long to experience. The young redhead's firmly resilient thighs pressed back against her shoulders, flattening her naked breasts tighter up against the heaviness of Gary's chest while her ass-cheeks were swinging and waving uncontrollably from side to side under him, her cunt spiralling crazily up and down on his deep-stroking, hotly throbbing penis.
It happened almost before she knew it.
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed up at him with a note of surprise. "My God! I'm cumming! Ooohhh ... AaanTggghhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
With a high-pitched gasp of intense passion, she locked her ankles high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched up at him, and her arms snaked tightly around his neck while she smothered her parted lips over his to suck and lick at his tongue in devouring hunger.
In the madness of her overpowering passion, Andrea bucked her whole body up against his, quivering and jerking against him in a pulsating rhythm as the secretions of her first cock-induced orgasm flooded out around his still hard-driving penis.
"Fuck! Fuck, damn you! Fuck!" Gary chanted over and over again into the red-haired girl's hot moist mouth. He could feel her warm love-juices seeping down around his fingers as he fondled her cuntal lips, and he suddenly darted his moisture-soaked middle finger up into the tiny puckered ring of her anus, without warning, thrusting the plundering middle finger far up into the hot buttery depths of her never-before-invaded rectum.
She screamed up at him and bucked painfully from the sudden unexpected entry, causing a slow aching pressure to build deep within the blond-haired youth's sperm-swollen balls. Gripping the cheeks of her crazily rotating buttocks with his outspread fingers, Gary squeezed the flaccid flesh tightly up around his impaling middle finger, feeling the young virgin cringe and attempt to jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum.
Then, suddenly, as though a great tidal wave of heat were surging through his veins, Gary felt himself cumming, and he increased his tempo, pounding his cunt-drilling strokes at machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as far up into her openly yielding pussy as his rock-hard shaft could go, bringing new wails of left-over passion from her lust-wracked chest. The club manager's son gasped as though he were dying as he felt his loins bursting, and finally, with a deep body-shaking grunt that went on and on, he exploded inside her, shooting his white-hot sperm in endlessly spewing streams up into her belly. He felt the pulses again and again, each spurt of his ejaculation jerking his whole body as though it would tear him apart, the hot cum ricocheting deep up inside the scarlet-haired virgin, filling her womb and mixing lewdly with her own orgiastic juices.
Finally Gary Barton collapsed down onto the heaving young redhead, their lewdly tangled bodies quivering like animals huddled in a ball as they lay locked together in nakedness on the golf course. After what seemed an eternity, their love-spent figures separated and Andrea let her body drop away from his, her arms and legs lying limply askew, angling away from her torso.
The eighteen-year-old tennis instructor sighed as if a lifetime hunger had been at last assuaged. Gary felt his slowly deflating penis slip wetly out of the girl's relaxed vagina with an obscene sucking noise and he pulled his middle finger from the tight confines of her anus, reluctantly lifting himself up from her captivating young body. He would have liked to bring her to life again and take a great deal more pleasure from her obviously newly awakened passion, but he realized that he should be getting back to the club pavilion. Already he had stayed longer than he had intended, and he didn't want his father to discover that they were missing -- the old bastard would give him hell for beating him to this luscious new piece of tail. Sooner or later, Gary would tell his father, but for the present there was no sense in taking the risk of losing another chance at Andrea.
The blond-haired youth stood a moment over the seemingly unconscious girl and looked down at her with a triumphant gleam in his blue eyes. Andrea was his first lay of the summer season, and he could start keeping score from this point on.
He walked over to the tree where the eighteen-year-old girl's evening gown was hanging limply from a branch, climbed up and unhooked it, throwing it down across her limp form. Andrea didn't move the arm lying across her eyes, and she sobbed softly when she felt the soft material of her dress cover her naked skin.
"I'll keep your panties, baby," Gary Barton sneered down at her. "Too bad they don't have your initials on them -- they would look good in this summer's collection." His belt buckle jingled as he put on his trousers. "Time to get dressed, baby. You're part of the family, now."
Andrea's breath caught in her throat as he continued to heap humiliation on her. The manager's young son was treating her as if she were nothing more than a common whore or some piece of merchandise for his use, to be discarded unfeelingly afterwards. As she got slowly to her feet to put on her dress she thought about it -- there was no denying the way it looked. Not only had she given in to his demands on her defenseless body, which was understandable in a way, but she had allowed herself to get so carried away that she had responded to him as though she had been making love to strangers all her life.
She was a whore!
There it was. A virgin one minute, a whore the next. Well, with Andrea Wade there was never a middle ground. It was all or nothing, that was her way. Let this young punk think what he wanted to think. He'd done all the damage he could do for now, and she'd learn to live with it. She had no choice. At least one thing was clear to her now -- sex was fun! The next time ... and she realized there would have to be a next time . .. she would get more pleasure for herself. If the first painful ordeal could make her feel this good, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like after she had become an experienced lover.
Gary Barton must think he's a real big deal, she said to herself. The club manager had introduced them only that morning, and already he had scored another girl for his "collection". Well, she would show him a thing or two. For one thing, he would have a hard time getting close to her after this, no matter what he did. Let him watch her all day long or say whatever he wanted, she wasn't going to give him a second chance.
And, for another thing, Andrea thought vengefully, her boss, Gary's father, might just like to know what Ms son had done to her. It might fix his cocky wagon for the summer, if his father was as strict with Gary as some men were with their sons.
Well see who's laughing, she smirked to herself as she straightened her still damp red hair back into a semblance of respectability. Andrea walked ahead of Gary back toward the Mariposa Country Club, and neither of them said another word.
Chapter Three
The next day was Saturday, and although . Andrea was up early and out in the morning sunlight, the country club grounds were filled with early golfers and couples on the tennis courts. She watched two men lobbing the ball back and forth across the net as they warmed up and wished she could get in a quick game before breakfast.
But first she wanted to speak to Mike Barton, the manager. She didn't want to waste any time with her plan for revenge against his young son, Gary; after the way the blond-haired punk had gotten her drunk and then raped her on the golf course the night before. She had lain awake half the night troubled by the implications of what had happened, and the more she thought about it the more she felt angry and bitter toward the young son of the manager. She hoped he would someday, get his retribution for what he had so brutally done to her, but in the meantime, she would cause him as much trouble as she could through his father.
Once inside the club office, the new tennis instructor tapped lightly on the mahogany door of the manager's office. When she heard Mike Barton's deep masculine voice answer through the thick wood, she opened the door and went in.
"Good morning, Andrea," Barton greeted her in surprise. "What brings you around at this time of the morning? You should be sleeping late while you can."
"Hello, Mr. Barton. I'm used to getting up early, that's all, and I thought I might spend some time on the courts, wanning up. I like to keep in shape."
"So I see," Mike Barton told her with an interested glance at what she was wearing. The young redhead had on her briefest mini-skirt with a bright orange sweater which complemented the fiery tones of her hair. The white pleated skirt barely came down to the tops of her softly rounded thighs, and he could catch tantalizing glimpses of her white nylon panties as she walked toward him. He licked his lips slowly as he stared into the deep cleft between the ripely swelling mounds of her breasts, and the thought flashed into his mind that he would really like running his tongue over them ... like right now!
His blue eyes darted back and forth between her full sensuous breasts and her firm inner thighs, a tender unbroken expanse of warm womanly flesh that funneled his gaze, up into the tight white cushiony band of her panties. Christ, what I wouldn't give to get under that! he thought, feeling his eager cock lurch lustfully in his pants.
"I... I have to tell you something, Mr. Barton," Andrea began hesitantly, reflexively clamping her thighs together.. "It's about your son, Gary."
Instantly, Mike Barton sensed what she was going to tell him, and he set his teeth in vexation. That little son of a bitch is really getting to be a fast worker, he thought with a combination of irritation and admiration. He continued to stare for a moment at the young girl, imagining all the things he would like to do to her himself, at the same time, finding it exciting to think of her getting fucked by his own son the night before. He was sure that was what had happened. Why else would the girl be coming to see him so early in the morning?
"I haven't had breakfast yet," he said. "I have a feeling we both might need a little sustenance. Will you join me? We can have it brought in here."
"Yes, thank you. I am kind of hungry, Mr. Barton. But I don't want to keep you ... I just came in to tell you what happened."
"Nonsense. No trouble at all. It's not often I get the chance to have breakfast with such a beautiful young lady." He picked up the phone and placed their order, adding, "... and two Bloody Marys - heavy on the vodka."
So little Gary got into her panties last night, did he? he smirked to himself as he lit a cold cigar from the ashtray. / wonder if she was a virgin? Probably so, the lucky bastard. Well, at least he's following in his father's footsteps.
"I've already spoken to the chairman of the steering committee, Andrea," he told her, thinking that if she was about to try to make trouble, it wouldn't hurt to remind her that he might be of help to her... let her decide between revenge and her career! "He's the man who will decide whether or not to present your name to the board for a sponsorship application. We'll arrange a time for you to meet him soon."
While they waited for the food to arrive, Mike Barton continued to speak at length about his plans for her tennis career, not giving her an opportunity to say one word about what was weighing so heavily on her mind. When their breakfast finally appeared, he said, "Have to start with your tomato juice, little lady." Handing her a glass, he took the other, and motioned for her to drink with him. "Keeps you healthy, you know."
Since he had shown such an interest in her career and so much consideration toward her, Andrea decided against refusing the Bloody Mary. After all, just one wouldn't hurt. She was surprised at how little she could taste the vodka, and she drank it down almost in one gulp.
"Aaahhh. That's good for an eye-opener, eh?" Mike Barton said. "Now, what's this about Gary? Like some marmalade on your toast?"
"No, thank you," The red-haired girl was finding it difficult to concentrate on what she was trying to tell him. "Well... I, I... uh ... I don't know exactly how to begin," she stammered. "I... we went dancing last night, and I guess I drank a little too much wine or something. I'm not used to drinking at all, you know, but Gary kept insisting ... trying to get me drunk."
"Trying to get you drunk?" Mike Barton asked in a sharp voice.
"Well, I'm not sure he meant to, I mean, I guess he can drink more than I can. Anyway, when we went for a walk out on the golf course..." Andrea suddenly stopped. The whole thing wasn't sounding right. She knew Gary had done all those things intentionally and deliberately, all leading up to his final rape of her innocent young body, but, how could she tell this man, this stranger, the sordid details of her seduction ... even if it was his own son?
Better just to tell him Gary raped her and be done with it. Still, the statement sounded so depraved and criminal in her mind that she found it hard to envision herself ever getting even those few words out. Nevertheless, she felt she had to tell him, if only to protect herself from further abuses by his son.
"Go ahead, take your time," Mike Barton said in a soothing, fatherly voice. He could tell that she was hesitating, searching for the right words. This wasn't the first time he'd gone through this at the club, with some young girl coming in to complain about his son, but luckily so far nobody had ever caused any real trouble. And, if he was any judge of character, he didn't think Andrea Wade would either -- if only because she had already gotten the hint he'd planted in her mind that something like that might endanger her career.
He relaxed, enjoying her discomfort as she struggled to cover up her feelings. Undoubtedly, she would break down in tears before their little talk was over, and depending upon how things looked up to that time, he would make a move of his own then. She would need comforting, one of his easiest roles and most successful plots for getting his hands on sweet young things like this one.
Andrea concentrated for a few moments on her breakfast, eating a good share of the scrambled eggs and sipping at the aromatic coffee brought to them in a magnificent silver service. For a moment she forgot why she was there as she relished the simple luxury of eating good food served in style. She could easily learn to love being around money and power. And she was aware that Mike Barton was a relatively low-level person in the rich complex in which they worked. This might only be the beginning of her climb upward to success, and she didn't want to bungle the whole thing so quickly.
"That was good, thank you," the young redhead said when she finished eating. All of a sudden, she was feeling a little giddy, the same as she had the night before from all the wine at dinner. She wished she hadn't swallowed the tomato juice and vodka mixture on an empty stomach.
"Glad you liked it. Now, tell me about last night," Mike Barton said with a strange gleam in his eye.
Andrea hesitated; she just didn't feel she should tell him the whole story. She would just make her accusation and let it go at that -- the club manager looked almost too interested, it seemed to her. She took a deep breath and looked Mike Barton directly in the eye.
"Your son raped me last night," she declared without any more preliminaries. "He took me on a walk over the golf course and forced me to make love to him."
She waited for some expression of shock from the older man, but he merely continued to watch her face calmly. "I... I thought I ought to tell you," she went on, her voice faltering from the effect of his unwavering blue eyes.
Mike Barton found himself admiring the gutsy way she had just come out with it like that. No beating around the bush with this girl, he thought. When she has something to say, she says it.
Slowly he lowered his gaze to the empty plates in front of him in mock sadness, and his eyebrows came together in what he hoped was a worried frown.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy. I'm sorry to say this is not the first time something like this has happened. I know that doesn't change anything for you, but I am sorry. I'm really sorry, Andrea." He paused a moment and then added wistfully, "Was it... was it your first time?"
When she nodded and lowered her eyes shyly, he cursed under his breath. "The bastard!" It had been a long time since Mike Barton had gotten his hands on an innocent young virgin. It was something he always got a kick out of, even more than with some of those wild nymphomaniacs he ran into from time to time . . . and a young virgin was always full of surprises.
"I hope you won't mention this to anyone else," Mike Barton told her in a phony pleading voice. Hell, by this time tomorrow, everybody in the club will know about it if Gary doesn 't lose his voice, he thought.
"Never!" She blushed furiously. "I ... I just thought you should know." This was the first time in her life she had ever been in a situation like this, and Andrea wasn't sure what kind of reaction she had expected from the older man, but she felt confused and embarrassed. It certainly didn't seem that he was shocked -- or even surprised by what she had told him.
"Thank you, Andrea. I can't tell you how much that means to me. I've done all I could for my son, and this is the kind of thanks I get. I suppose he really needs a mother .. . my wife died some years ago, you know." He paused for a moment, getting the expected reaction from, the young redhead. She looked sympathetic and a little sad. Then he continued, "I'll speak to him today, believe me, and in the strongest terms I know." His eyes were .flashing with real anger now, and Andrea didn't doubt for a minute that he would give young Gary a rough time. It would serve him right, the cocky bastard. She blushed at even thinking the word she had never used before, but it made her feel good, too. At least it expressed exactly the way she felt.
"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" the older man said. "A gift of some kind? You know that I'll push even harder for you with the board now that this tragedy has occurred."
"Thank you, Mr. Barton, that's very kind of you. But don't worry about me. Anyway, there's nothing that can be done now. And besides, it's not your fault."
It sure as hell is my fault, Mike Barton found himself thinking. If only I'd gotten to you first, that cocky young bastard would never have had the chance to rape a virgin! Aloud he said, "I keep telling myself that, but sometimes I wonder. When I was much younger, I had similar character faults as I'm seeing now in young Gary, and it bothers me that maybe he got it from me."
Andrea looked at the middle-aged man in surprise. Yes, she could see it now that he'd mentioned it. Mike Barton must have been a very good-looking young man once when he was in his prime. He still wasn't too bad .. . getting a little thin on top and carrying a little too much weight for his size, but he still had. clear blue eyes and full sensual lips which must have made him extremely attractive to women at one time.
For a brief second, the red-haired teenager wondered if he were still into that kind of thing, but she quickly brushed the thought aside. He was an upright, respectable man, a person who had to command respect of a lot of people in his job. He couldn't afford to be that way.
"I'm sure you've been the best father you knew how, and you can't hold yourself responsible for Gary's failings," she said to him, amazed to hear herself trying to comfort the father of the very youth who had brutally raped her just the night before.
The sudden memory of why she was here in this office struck her again with the force of a hammer, bringing her without warning to the verge of tears. She had thought she would be able to avoid breaking down in front of the older man, but his soothing voice reminded her of her own father. Suddenly she sobbed uncontrollably.
"There, there, it's all right, my dear," Mike Barton soothed, getting up from behind his desk to place his arm protectively around her shoulder.
"Forgive me, Mr. Barton, but all of a sudden I'm feeling very sorry for myself," she wailed, turning her head to press her face against his slight paunch as he stood beside her chair.
The forty-year-old blond-haired man stared hungrily down at the twin mounds of her breasts where they pressed into contact with his trousered thighs and disappeared from sight. She was trembling slightly against his leg, and he could see the soft inner surface of her upper thighs quivering gently as she sobbed. The club manager could feel his heavy penis throbbing slowly to life inside his jockey shorts as he looked down at the innocent young redhead who could very easily be his in a matter of minutes if he worked it right.
But, no, he decided not to rush her too fast. She'd already had one shock; take it a little slow and easy. "At least let me have you over for dinner tonight, Andrea," he said, jockeying for position. "We'll have some good food and a bottle of the best wine to be had in the club. Since my wife died a few years ago, I've had very little company as charming as yours. What do you say?"
The unsuspecting girl raised her head and looked up at her boss with tiny tears in the corners of her eyes. It seemed to her that Mike Barton was treating her with great gentleness and respect. It was too bad his son hadn't learned these qualities from his father instead of the others.
"You'll accept, then?" he urged her when she didn't answer, taking his arm from her shoulder. "Good. I'll send a man around about seven-thirty to show you the way to my place. Why don't you wear your prettiest clothes? We'll make it a sort of party to celebrate your new condition."
Andrea flinched at his words and searched his face for a sign of some hidden humor at her expense. But Mike Barton had such suave control that it was impossible for her to see anything in his face but concern and a soothing fatherly sympathy.
"Forgive me, Andrea, it was a slip of the tongue. But you understand that no matter how cruel it may seem to you now, Gary has embarked you .. . well, think of what happened last night as the beginning of a long exciting journey, Andrea. You're a woman now, and at only eighteen."
The young girl smiled wanly in answer to Mike's broad grin and got up to leave. It was true, she thought. She actually did feel different than she had the day before, a certain sense of security, as though she could get anything from a man that she wanted now. And from the way the older man standing in front of her was taking in her physical charms with his eyes, she could even exert control over him if ever she needed to.
As Andrea walked across the wall-to-wall carpeting toward the door, she was aware that Mike Barton was watching her with bated breath, not moving a muscle for fear of missing part of the provocative site. Her hips were swaying from side to side a little more than usual, her long legs were scissoring back and forth with a feminine grace that might have taken years of practice to perfect.
She was a woman, all right, they were both thinking as she smiled at him once more before closing the door behind her.
Eighteen-year-old Andrea Wade felt almost like the winner of the Davis Cup already as she followed the red-coated butler that Mike Barton had sent for her. The young girl looked stunning in the long green and white print dress she had been saving for just such an occasion. The low-cut bodice conformed to the swelling softness of the young redhead's ripely jutting breasts. The snug-fitting princess-style gown. accented Andrea's narrow waist and the enticing fullness of her hips. The soft folds of the long patterned skirt that just tipped the straps of her silver sandals clung to her curvacious young body, the green repeated in her bracelet and earrings. Desperately the young girl wanted to show her employer that she knew enough to hold her own among the kind of people she would be meeting if indeed he meant to introduce her into those circles.
The high green hedges hid from view the part of the country club estate they were now entering, a kind of secret enclave that she wouldn't even have known existed if she weren't being taken there. Andrea had to restrain herself from gawking at the magnificent porticoed front doors of the house he'd brought her to. Then the butler led her down a long corridor lined with antiques, through another set of tall double doors and into a palatial dining room. A fireplace on one wall was fronted with a couch and two chairs covered in crimson velvet.
Mike Barton got up from the sofa as Andrea entered the room, her mouth hanging open slightly from the opulence of the house. There-seemed to be crystal and silver in every inch of the room. There was absolute unbroken silence - the thick carpets absorbed their footsteps while the heavy gold drapes together with the lavender cloth wallpaper further dampened the sounds. When the older man spoke, it sounded to Andrea as though they were standing inside an echo chamber, the low masculine tones somehow magnified and accentuated to the point that her heart fluttered the way it used to when she heard Burt Reynolds' voice on the screen.
"Good evening, my dear," Mike Barton greeted her. "You look absolutely ravishing. I like you in that dress." He had taken both her hands, spreading her arms out to the side to get a full view of her.
The young redhead watched his face reflecting approval as his deep blue eyes ran appreciatively over the allurements of her youthful figure.
"Thank you, Mr. Barton," Andrea murmured, pleasantly surprised at the way the club manager looked tonight. He could pass for less than thirty instead of forty, and the innocent young girl had never been in the actual presence of anyone so smooth and suave as he. It was hard to picture him now slouching in his office chair while puffing on a chewed-up cigar. She had the impression that somehow she suddenly had been invited into a secret inner circle where everyone lived well and felt good all the time, and she felt right at home. Definitely, this was what she wanted her life to be like. And now, at only eighteen years, little Andrea Wade from Flagstaff, Arizona, was taking her position on stage for the play that would become her life . . . exciting, glamorous, fascinating, sophisticated.
"I hope you like this -- it's my own secret recipe for a champagne cocktail," Mike Barton smiled at her, handing her a tall fragile glass filled to the brim with bubbling clear liquid tinged with a slight amber hue.
Andrea watched her own hand reaching with unaccustomed grace for the tall glass and noticed his fingertips sliding teasingly against hers as he let go. Suddenly she felt as though her role in the play had begun. The curtain was going up on the kind of life she wanted, a first act in which she would prove whether or not she was entitled to it, a challenge to her competitive spirit was being made -- and she set her lips-in a determined smile. She was quite ready to accept the rules -- and she was either going to win or go out exhausted and spent by her efforts.
"Here's to love, wealth and desire," the older man toasted as he raised his glass to clink with hers. He studied her over the rim of his glass as his inexperienced young employee touched the crystal rim to her full sensual lips and took a trial sip. Her large green eyes registered surprise at the first taste, and then he saw her take a deeper swallow, noticing with lascivious delight the way her rounded breasts swelled upward from her dress when she tossed her head slightly back to drink.
"Mmmm, that's good," Andrea exclaimed, running her pink tongue-tip lightly around her lips.
"Glad you like it, Andrea. Not even the club has this recipe. I keep it for my special guests. Come on -- sit down over here on the couch."
Andrea accepted the offer gratefully. Her legs were trembling slightly from the excitement of the many stimuli hitting her at the same time -- the luxurious surroundings in which she found herself, the handsome, charming man now sitting in the chair across from her, the drink which threatened to intoxicate her. It was all too much to accept at once. Following so closely after the shattering experience she'd had with this man's son just the night before, the situation only confused her thinking more.
"You mentioned both love and desire in you toast, Mr. Barton," the young redhead found herself saying, wondering what had made her say something like that. She had never heard anyone talk that way except on the screen.
"Well, I believe there's a difference, Andrea. And please call me Mike, by the way, when we're not in the office. Love is what one feels for say a wife or a child -- even a friend. But desire can only be felt for a person of the opposite sex, and unlike love, it's a fleeting thing that comes into being completely unannounced. A kind of magnetism between two people that relentlessly pulls them together."
"Desire can be for someone you love," Andrea put in, anxious to play her part well. Obviously, Mike Barton was well cast for his role, so she, as a novice, would simply have to follow his lead.
"Of course, and that's perfect desire. But the flesh is fickle, and it may betray feelings at any moment."
For a split second, "the club manager's blue eyes bored into hers like hot coals, and then he smiled. "But let's stop this serious talk. Drink up. It'll soon be time for dinner, and you should have at least one more champagne cocktail."
After that, they spent -a great deal of time talking about Andrea's life in Flagstaff, who she dated, what she and her friends did to amuse themselves, and so on. Instead of just two cocktails, they ended up having three, while Andrea babbled on and on about Grand Canyon and tennis matches, heedless at the moment of what the older man might think of her girlish manner. Finally, dinner was announced and Mike Barton took her arm, leading her across the room to the elegantly laid out dinner table.
Two bottles of white and red wine later, Andrea felt as though she were floating on air, living in a second heaven where she was a princess being courted by a sought-after duke.
"I'll have coffee brought to the den. Come, dear," Mike Barton announced to her. The older man noticed that Andrea was a little unsteady on her feet when she stood to accompany him to the other room. He smiled as he steadied her with his arm, chuckling softly when she tried to anile back and hiccuped instead.
All the furniture and most of the floor of the den were covered with thick white animal pelts, enticing the drunken teenager to kick off her salver sandals and run happily over the tickling soft rugs. She ended up by throwing herself on her back ecstatically across a thickly upholstered divan.
"I want to look mature and alluring," Andrea said exuberantly. "It would be nice to be sophisticated. But I have moments like this when I want to run instead of walk, to dance on air, to throw something up and catch it, or just to stand still and laugh ... at nothing at all."
"That's what's called youth, baby," the older man said. "And here's something that'll help you feel better." He handed her a liqueur glass half-filled with brandy.
"Oh, I don't think I want anything more to drink," the red-haired teenager protested weakly. "I'm already so dizzy I can hardly stand up." ¦
The older man laughed warmly and said, "It won't get you any drunker, believe me. It'll just help to smooth it all together, warm you up a little and take care of the loose ends."
She looked dubious, and her face was bemused for a moment before Mike Barton saw that little gesture of accepting a challenge, and then he knew he had it made. This proud young redhead with so much ambition would pay the first installment oh her career tonight. To him, Mike Barton, the provocative girl who was still only a teenager would soon be willing to give whatever he asked. And he was going to ask for plenty.
Mike's eyes fixed on the tiny pout of her lips as she touched the glass to them, and his cock lurched agonizingly in his trousers as he thought how nice it would be to have those soft red lips clasping tightly around his rock-hard penis.
The fiery liqueur burned her throat as she took a first sip, and she gasped and sputtered, but she quickly followed it with another burning sip, and another. Unaccountably, Andrea felt an intense excitement kindling between her thighs. She squirmed a little on the divan and took another sip, wondering what was happening to her. She was no longer able to think clearly, but she felt mellow and so ... so good! Her whole body seemed to be vibrating with life, especially her recently plundered vagina.
Andrea could feel the warm moistness seeping out around the soft fleshy folds of her cuntal mouth, forcing her to clamp her thighs together in a vain attempt to shut off the maddening hunger building up down there. What was going on?
A well-dressed, rather handsome -man who seemed to be very familiar with her was getting up from a chair on the opposite side of the glass-and-chrome coffee table and coming around toward her. The man was smiling and muttering soft, incomprehensible words, words which, even though she did not understand them, seemed to be telling her she was the most beautiful girl in the world . . . that every man who ever saw her seductive young body wanted her, that whatever she wanted in life could be hers just because she existed and was so desirable to men.
"How does it feel, baby?" Mike Barton asked, his face close to hers. The older man looked down at her dreamy green eyes with the fires of lust burning deep in his loins. He had been watching her become more and more hazy from the alcohol, enjoying the provocative squirming of her lusciously curved hips. His penis was slowly growing and hardening inside his pants, and he was impatient to get things going.
"It feels fine," Andrea heard herself say, wondering how she knew what the words meant since she didn't seem to understand anything that he said to her. She giggled and put her face down into the pillow of the fur-covered divan, her whole body gradually beginning to shake . with unaccountable laughter. When she tried to remember .what had been so funny, she couldn't remember ... and that was even funnier. ' Wishing that he had set up a Camera for this promising night, Mike Barton curled up his lips in an obscene grin and watched her upthrust buttocks bouncing lightly as the red-haired girl went on laughing for some time. The material of her long skirt was stretched tightly over her rounded ass-cheeks, while the hem had hitched up over one outstretched thigh to reveal the slender white leg band of her panties. He sucked in his breath and stared spellbound at the thinly guarded treasure he was after.
With almost overwhelming lust pushing him, the club manager barely managed to restrain himself from reaching his hand down and stroking the soft naked skin of her exposed upper thigh, gritting his teeth and clenching .his fist with the effort, while his rampant cock lurched painfully inside his confining shorts.
A waiter brought in a tray with coffee. After setting the things down on the glass-topped table, he left, but not before gazing with prurient interest at the young red-haired teenager trying to straighten herself up on the divan. Mr. Barton has all the fucking luck, the waiter complained to himself. Man, I'd sure like to get hold of that well-stacked little broad, but you got to have money to get into a piece of ass like that.
Then the waiter discreetly left, not without a final envious glance at the voluptuous young redhead, and Andrea had finally gotten control of her involuntary laughter. She accepted a demitasse of dark, thick, sweet coffee and sipped it soberly for a moment.
"I see what you mean about the brandy, Mr. Barton. I feel like I can understand eveything, what it's all about, I mean," she ventured in a serious tone.
"What is it all about, Andrea?" the older man questioned, a strange inflection in his voice.
The young redhead stared at him with her wide-open green eyes as though she were seeing right through him. Her full lower lip turned down slightly as if she were not too happy with what she saw, and then she hitched her shoulders up and gave him a lewdly sensual smile.
A part of her mind was shocked as she found words tumbling unbidden out of her mouth. "I can tell what you want to know, Mr. Barton. My body is for sale. If I can get what I want with my body, I'll do it. Because nothing's going to stop me from having a try at the Davis Cup. Not my hang-ups, my inhibitions, nor my lack of drive when I'm depressed ... nothing!"
The shocked and open-mouthed Mike Barton was no more astonished than Andrea herself at this brief but succinct speech. She had never thought or spoken such things in her life before, but here she was spewing the words out, at the same time, she found herself reaching back to undo the zipper of her dress. My God! What was the matter with her? What was she doing? %
Mike Barton's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what she was doing. With his mouth gaping open, he watched her strip away the green and white dress to stand proudly in front of him on slightly shaky legs wearing nothing but white bikini panties and her well-filled white lace brassiere. He whistled through clenched teeth at the voluptuous feast of flesh she had exposed for him and him alone. His gorgeous new employee was completely out of it -- she didn't know what she was doing!
For a moment, the club manager was afraid that she might go berserk and cause him some trouble, but then he relaxed when he saw that she seemed to be waiting for him to make the next move. He didn't hesitate any longer, groaning deep in his throat as he approached her with outstretched palms. He could hardly wait to get his hands on her smooth tender white skin. His lustfully throbbing cock was straining his trousers to the splitting point, and little drops of seminal fluid seeped from the tip-end to form a dark damp spot on the thin summer material.
The dazed young girl watched the older man approaching her, and, with a shudder of sudden realization, she became aware of what she had just done. She had meant the words all right, now that she thought about it, but to actually do something with Mr. Barton was simply unthinkable. Not only was he as old as her father, but he would probably think she was nothing but a common slut who shouldn't be working in this exclusive country club. Now he would never believe what she had told him about his son raping her -- who would after the spectacle she was making of herself? Suddenly she threw her arms over her nearly naked breasts and back away from him.
"No! No, Mr. Barton. I didn't mean it! I... I was only joking," she stuttered, her eyes becoming wider and wider.
Mike Barton's mouth turned down in a sneering grin as he reached out to grasp her arm. Only joking, huh? Well, he could take a joke as well as the next guy, and he had one big throbbing joke of his own in his pants, and she'd be tickled all the way up inside her soft little belly with it!
"Too late to back off now, baby. You've got me interested," he growled, inserting his fingers between her breasts and under the flimsy strip of her brassiere. With one quick jerk of his wrists, the lacy material tore away and was flung carelessly to the floor.
"No! Please, you can't! You can't! I won't let you!" she cried out in protesting disbelief, her ripely thrusting breasts billowing out into the air in front of his gaping eyes despite her vain attempts to cover them with her arms.
"You do want a try at the Davis Cup, don't you?" he demanded. "Don't you?" he repeated more harshly when she didn't reply.
"Yes . . . oh, yes, but ..." Andrea stammered.
"Well," he grinned lewdly, "first you have to try-out with the Mike Barton cock. Just pretend you're on the courts and this is a really important match . . . because it is, baby! It's real important! Your whole career may well depend on this match." he told her, smiling salaciously at his own grim humor.
The terrified young redhead was still backing away from him until suddenly her knees caught against the furry edge of the divan, causing her to lose her balance. Andrea pitched backwards onto the soft furry animal skin spread over the divan, struggling to keep from bouncing off the other side onto the floor. Using her elbows, she lifted herself part of the way up off the divan, hooking her ankles on the edge to pull herself back up -- then she froze in that awkward position, her naked breasts jutting provocatively up into the air and her panties-clad pelvis splayed vulnerably wide open.
Then an alcoholic haze seemed to descend into her brain, dulling her conscience, and she watched in a trance as Mike Barton moved toward her. He was smiling obscenely above her now, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. Then he ripped off his shirt and jacket in a single movement and unbuckled his belt. To the confused young girl, he seemed to be her father, taking off his belt in order to punish her for something she had done wrong. She wracked her brains, trying to remember what it was that she had done, and, then, to her surprise, instead of pulling his belt out of the loops to punish her, this man who was so like her father moved on to unzip his fly. Then, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and jockey shorts, he slipped both down over his hairy thighs, completely exposing his lust-aroused penis.
She gasped as she saw his rock-hard penis jump into view. It seemed incredibly thick and long, and she stared at it for a seeming eternity, with both horror and fascination.
"That's it, baby," Mike Barton told her. "Take a good look at it. All you have to do is master that, and you've got it made. You're career as a professional tennis star is a sure thing." Grasping the long thick shaft in his right hand, the older man stroked the loose foreskin back and forth over the purplish-red tip. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the skin up to completely cover the huge bulbous head and then jerked the skin back again, pointing the glistening spongy cock-head directly at her.
Andrea's voice came in a strained whisper now, a little squeak of apprehension as the club manager swayed above her. She was afraid he would kill her with his massive penis, and strange confused visions of her father blended in with the face of Mike Barton as she stared at him.
"No ... I don't want it!" she gasped, trying to scramble to her feet to get away from him, but Mike Barton was too quick for her, and he threw himself naked across her defenseless young body before she was half off the couch. Holding her down with his weight, the older man worked his hands under her thrashing buttocks to grasp at the flimsy material of her white nylon panties. They tore away with little resistance, leaving nothing between her and his avidly glittering eyes.
. Andrea was gasping for breath now, on the brink of screaming for help, but, at the same time, feeling weak and muddled by all the alcohol she had drunk. She felt him shifting his weight on her body so that his face was hovering right over her defenselessly upthrust breasts. With a feeble groan, she lifted her head and watched his sensual lips lower to take one of her pinkly throbbing nipples into his mouth. The sudden warm moist contact sent shivers of unwanted desire coursing over her naked flesh, and she moaned in abject submission beneath him. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his coarse blond hair with the intention of pushing him away, but, betrayed by the passion she felt building up within her struggling body, Andrea pulled the handsome face still closer to her quivering white breast.
"Ooohhh ... Ooohhh," she moaned beneath him, fast losing all control over her alcohol benumbed brain.
The older man's wet tongue trailed hotly over the creamy white valley between her breasts, and then he locked his lips in a maddening grip over the other soft pink nipple, his teeth nipping teasingly at the warm distended flesh. After a long moment of slavering appreciatively at the succulent little nub, he slipped his tongue down over the flat smooth plane of her stomach toward the tempting scarlet triangle of pubic curls at the base of her belly.
Through half-shut eyes, Andrea could see the older man's face leaning obscenely close to the area between her widespread legs. She could feel his open palms pressing outward against the sensitive softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her most secret treasure was laid nakedly bare to him to do with as he wished, and the red-haired girl held her breath, aware that all will to resist this father-like man's lewd attack had vanished from her trembling body.
Mike Barton lowered his face inch by inch until his extended pink tongue grazed through the thin tangle of crimson pussy curls toward the moist coral-hued slit waiting below.
Then, suddenly, the eighteen-year-old girl felt the first searing contact as his wetly heated tongue lashed out lightly over her erect little clitoris.
"Ooohhh!" she gasped. The electrifying contact with her helplessly exposed cuntal lips caused her whole body to jerk wildly up at him, and his mouth, nose, and chin pressed hungrily into the warm succulent mound. Barton's face was buried from her view in the sparse red fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly to accept the inevitable - the wet tickling kisses he was planting so greedily in her sensitive vaginal furrow, his tongue flicking out serpent-like at the erotically tingling opening of her cunt.
As if belonging to someone else, the young redhead's hands slipped down over the quivering mounds of her breasts and brushed over her quaking white belly, coming to rest finally on either side of the manager's lewdly bobbing head. There, her fingers stroked abstract patterns in tempo with his wetly lashing tongue, and then -- not really knowing what she was doing -- she slowly spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips complete access to her hotly throbbing cuntal flesh.
Many times her boyfriend Tony had tried to kiss and lick her vaginal slit, but she had always refused because she felt it was too degrading for both of them. Now she could hardly believe how wonderful it felt to have the sensation-filled tip of her clitoris massaged with the softness of this older man's moist tongue. Mike Barton's wetly searching tongue shot out again and again, its pointed tip circling her tiny throbbing clitoris, his lips sucking ravenously, drawing the warm layered folds of sensitive pussy flesh into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. Playfully, he nibbled at the wet pink flesh as his tongue darted in and out of her virgin-tight cuntal mouth.
Then suddenly his teeth closed down around the turgid erectness of the young girl's clitoris and tugged at it gently as though he wanted to bite it off, his rigid tongue flipping repeatedly over the tingling tip. Andrea groaned in forbidden delight as he continued to worry the straining pink bud, and she bucked her loins up tighter against the older man's face. Slowly he let her swollen clitoris slip back from between Ms teeth, and then he began driving his tongue up and down the entire length of her flowering cuntal slit. Starting at her lower belly and slithering his way downward, Mike Barton dipped his tongue beyond that into the deep device of her clenching buttocks, probing in going for the tensely puckered little anal opening hidden below. Andrea Wade's hips were now grinding impatiently up off the fur-covered cushions of the divan while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her tightly locked teeth.
It was a fantasy come true, to Mike Barton. First, the lovely young redhead stripped her dress before his very eyes, before he had even made any definite move to seduce her, and now she was coming to life far more quickly than any of the other innocents he had fucked in this same room. He worked with a sure knowledge that came from years of experience and gloated at the way she reacted. As her moisture-soaked crimson pubic hair brushed teasingly against his cheeks, the handsome older man realized that never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a proud young bitch squirming under his lashing tongue and moaning for more quite so fast!
Her tremulous groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it whipped up and down the steaming wet valley of her loins. The older man wanted her begging for his cock when he was ready to ram it to her, and Andrea seemed to be almost-there. The club manager had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it, even after drinking so much. Obviously, Andrea hadn't been fucked well yet, in spite of the fact that his own son, Gary, had gotten to her the night before. The father chuckled to himself -he would show up that randy young son of his this time! The young redhead would get what she wanted, and a lot more than that.
Mike Barton grinned lewdly into her sweet young cunt as he felt her hands desperately guiding his face tighter and tighter up into the palpitating hair-rimmed opening of her pussy. He let her pull his mouth still more firmly over the taut little opening of her wildly squirming cunt, his wet lips completely covering her steaming flesh. And then, without warning, the older man thrust his long extended tongue far up into her slippery hot passage, bringing a low moan from the eighteen-year-old tennis instructor as her trembling thighs closed convulsively around the, sides of his bobbing head. The passion-suffused flesh of her cunt slipped moistly around Mike Barton's tongue while the fevered walls of Andrea's vagina, opened and closed in a greedy sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper inside.
Andrea's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Her legs snaked up around her partner's shoulders and her heels pressed into his back to force his face deeper into the warm fleshy trap of her loins until the older man could barely breathe, sucking into his nostrils the warm heady odor of her vaginal secretions flowing so abundantly from her hot little cunt. Every muscle in the young girl's body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Never had she expected it could be like this, such glorious sensual feelings spreading from her tingling pussy upward throughout her whole body! Her thighs opened and closed in a soft embrace around Mike Barton's slightly balding head as he continued licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy below, the tendons ot her neck standing out as she pulled with all her strength against his hair still tangled in her fingers.
"Ooohhh! Ooohhh! So goood!" Andrea moaned again and again, splaying her loins out wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing cuntal area. She could feel the beginning tingles of her approaching orgasm, and she held his face tightly to her nakedly exposed pussy. Her hips rotated frantically as she pumped her open vagina up against his lashing tongue, suddenly breaking into a new more desperate rocking rhythm as the first waves of raw pleasure burned deep in her belly.
"Oh, God! I'm going to cum! I'm ... Pm cumming!" she groaned as if in exquisite pain.
The throes of the teenager's passion spurred Mike Barton to even more furious efforts, driving him to fuck his slippery tongue fiercely in and out of her upward bucking cunt, licking it up over her quivering clitoris each time her pelvis dropped away from his slavering mouth.
"Ooohhh! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! Aaarrrhhh!" the young girl gasped, her breath pumping out of her lungs in groaning spurts as she fought to regain her sanity in the maelstrom of ecstasy into which she had fallen.
Mike Barton felt the gushing streams of her secretions flooding out of her palpitating pussy around his buried mouth, while he kept his leering eyes fixed on her face. He was looking up between her lewdly dancing breasts at her orgasm-contorted young face as her head tossed crazily back and forth on the white divan. The lust-inciting picture drove him wild, and his huge swollen cock jerked eagerly up and down as he knelt on the carpet between her outspread legs.
The club manager couldn't bear it any longer. He rose up from the floor, hovering over her like a great bird of prey about to swoop down upon its victim. The young redhead had collapsed back, spread-eagled on the divan, after her tumultuous orgasm, looking like one of the obscene photographs for sale around Times Square. The glistening pink furrow of her almost virginal cunt was offered up to his eyes as her shapely athlete's legs dangled down over the edge of the divan, and he leaned over her with his feet between hers.
Holding his hands under her knees, he roughly drew her thighs up on either side of him and pressed them forward to her shoulders, flattening her proud young breasts down against her chest. Then, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders, he edged slowly forward until his rigidly jerking cock brushed up against her cum-drenched pubic mouth. He could look down between their panting bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and her glistening cuntal slit which pulsed visibly just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.
The older man grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis slowly forward, watching its broad spongy tip nuzzle into the moist pink flower of her fleshy cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly lodged in place, ready to slip forward and impale her with his first lunge. He could feel the naked young teenager beginning to strain upward to take his aching hardness up between her legs, her wetly caressing pussy-lips touching off waves of unbearable pleasure deep in his sperm-bloated testicles hanging so heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, as he hovered over her like a warrior about to speaf up into her unprotected belly, and then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into the crimson mantled mound of her cunt.
At that moment Andrea came to her senses long enough to lift her head from the divan and glance down at his rigidly thickened shaft of flesh. She could feel its hot velvety tip throbbing just inside the outer flanges of her hungrily Waiting pussy, threatening to drive her insane with lust, but the sight of the broad spongy tip forcing the lips farther apart than she would have believed possible made her suddenly flinch away from its massive girth in fright.
"It.. .it's too big!" she gasped, staring up at his lust-contorted face, her green eyes suddenly focused in terror on the sadistic grin above her. Then she realized that the older man would show her absolutely no mercy -- he would enjoy hurting her as much as possible, and it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do it! She was utterly helpless, unable to move her body one way or the other. There was nothing at all that she could do to stop him!
Mike Barton flexed his buttocks slightly, sending his blunt blood-engorged cock-head a fraction of an inch up into her tightly stretching cuntal mouth.
"Ooohhh! My God!" Andrea gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the small elastic opening of her tender vagina.
He pushed forward again, a little harder this time.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried out as the desire-bloated tip slipped through, cruelly spreading the narrow resilient passage until the helpless red-haired teenager felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable inward pressure.
"Ooohhh, no! Please, no! You're hurting me! It hurts!"
Andrea tossed her head from side to side, closing her eyes again with a shudder of horror as she felt the big smooth head of his penis pass completely inside her moistly sensitive cuntal entrance, filling her belly almost to the bursting point.
The manager looked down once more at his lust-stiffened penis, embedded halfway up into her wetly glistening softness below. Only the bulbous tip was inside, though already she was squealing for mercy! Just wait till he rammed the remaining hard length up inside her cringing little pussy -- then she'd really have something to scream about! His own son, Gary, may have taken her cherry the night before, but she still was tight and difficult to get into as any virgin the older man had ever fucked.
Little by little, with almost infinitesimally short strokes, he began to screw in and out, not moving more than a fraction of an inch in either direction, waiting for her young narrow cunt to loosen up around his lust-heavy cock and take it all the way in.
The young girl, thankful that he didn't shove it brutally up into her quivering belly in one merciless lunge, slowly opened her eyes to look at him again. She was completely taken by surprise by this unexpected gentleness, allowing her pelvic muscles to relax slightly around his punishing thickness.
Then she saw the smile twisting his face give way to a grimace of sheer raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, and with a low-pitched animal-like growl of warning, he prepared to slam it all the way up into her narrowly expanded pussy. Mike Barton had known some tight young cunts before, but none of them like this! Again he took in the debauched sight of her innocent young body lying so helplessly beneath him. with the pulsating head of his hard thick cock disappearing up into the crimson hair that lined her cuntal lips. It felt so incredibly snug around the head of his cock!
"Christ!" he gasped. "I've got to fuck you right now, baby!"
The club manager felt her body stiffen in fright at his words, and then he came heavily down upon her, ignoring her pleas, his weight crushing her nakedly trembling loins under him. His hips thrust forward with a smooth gliding motion as he sent his long thick cock driving into the eighteen-year-old redhead's narrow pussy, gouging the softly moist flesh of her tender vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until, with a loud groan, his testicles slapped heavily into the upturned Cheeks of her fearfully clenching buttocks.
"Oooohhh, God! Oooooo! Noooo!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so filled in all her life, her vagina seemingly about to give way on all sides. It was far worse than last night... or so it seemed at the moment. It felt as though the invading rod of obscenely throbbing male flesh had ripped her narrow cuntal passage into a thousand tiny painful shreds. Mike Barton had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, and now his ferociously pounding member lay sunk deep in her pain-stretched passage, filling every part of her defenseless belly. There wasn't one tiny ridge of the thickly buried penis that she could not feel as her employer pressed his lust-driven rigidity harder against the soft inner walls of her cunt.
Andrea felt as though she had been skewered on a spit, and she lay immobile, terrified to stir for fear of the unbearable agony it might cause. Then, suddenly, she felt a throb deep up inside as he flexed his virile cock cruelly within her quivering young pussy, jerking up into her another half inch.
"Uuuurrrggg!" she groaned despairingly, her innocent face twisting with the shooting pain in her loins.
"Oh, baby! What a cunt! What a tight sweet little cunt!" the lust-crazed manager grunted down at her.
He flexed his turgid penis again, bringing further anguished groans from her lips as his still growing cock came into electrifying contact with the sensitive tip of her cervix.
"Feel good yet?" Mike Barton panted down at her in brutish delight. He himself was near ecstasy from the tightly massaging feel of the young girl's vainly resisting pussy against his pulsating hardness.
Andrea could not answer, only rolling her head from side to side in excruciating pain.
He flexed his impaling penis again with more force, unable to control his lust any longer.
"I asked if you like it?" he growled down at her. He felt he had to have some response and he needed the pleasure of knowing he had begun to arouse her with his hard-driving cock.
"Ooohhh, yes. Yes!" Andrea cried, the tears of pain blurring her vision. She was afraid to say no, afraid to offend the older man for fear he would hurt her even more with his punishingly thick shaft.
"Then beg for it!" he commanded impatiently.
"No, please ... I... I can't," she pleaded, the tears overflowing her green eyes and streaming down her cheeks.
"Say, 'Fuck me,'... say you want my prick .. . tell me how much you love getting fucked like this. Now!" he demanded, jerking his lust-hardened cock deep up into her quivering belly once more.
"Please . . . Ooohhh! Please no! Don't... please!" the frightened young redhead moaned, pressing upward against his chest with her jackknifed legs to try to push him off, to escape the depraved humiliation he was subjecting her to. She could never bring herself to say those things. Never!
But the older man was too strong for her. Letting his desire-hardened rod of flesh throb deeper and deeper up inside her, and with his hands he began to squeeze painfully at the ripe mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts.
"You little bitch, say it!" he insisted mercilessly as he ground his aching pelvis as tightly into her open loins as he could go.
Andrea felt the tears flowing freely from her green eyes now as she realized the hopelessness , of her position. She was utterly helpless; there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this agonizing plundering of her innocent young belly. Oh, God! she thought. He's killing me! He's ripping me apart with that gigantic penis of his -- and there's nothing I can do! Then the distraught young girl gave way to bleak despair. Oh, let him! Let him do what he wants to me. .. he will anyway! But just get it over with! This pain is unbearable.,. but at least do it quickly. Get it over with!
She finally broke under the intense strain, all her resistance flooding away like water through a ruptured dam. "Do it!" she blurted out tearfully. "Do it to me, Mr. Barton. Fuck me! Fuck me now ... quickly!"
The triumph of hearing her say the lewdly exciting words made Mike Barton's blood-thickened cock throb with added lust, and he began a slow in-and-out fucking motion, taking short gentle strokes at first, and then, when he felt the young redhead's pussy loosening and seeping droplets of cuntal fluid, he gradually lengthened his strokes.
Andrea clamped her teeth tightly together and tried to block what was happening to her completely from her mind. She concentrated on the ceiling chandelier beyond the older man's gently rocking head as he continued stroking in and out of her pillaged cunt, and she tried to remember through the haze of pain and alcohol just how she came to be in this vulnerable position. Suddenly she began to have a series of visions from the past, tickling through her brain as though each plunge Mike Barton's cock made up into her belly was a signal to change the scene.
The young redhead saw herself at the age of' nine behind an open door with a little boy whose name she forgot. Neither of them had any clothes on, and his little boy-penis looked just good enough to eat, which Andrea was about to try when her mother caught Her, She still remembered the hot little tingle down in the pit of her stomach, and it was still there while her mother switched her bottom with a willow stick.
Then came the image of the first boy who put his hand on her breasts when she was thirteen -- and it felt like fire racing from the young teenager's tingling nipples down over her belly and into the very center of her soft little vagina.
Her first French kiss at the age of fourteen -- and it had almost driven her wild when the older boy's tongue began slowly slipping in and out of her mouth. The memory made her groan and unconsciously lift her parted lips now toward those of Mike Barton.
The older man could see that he was finally getting to her. He locked his wetly heated lips down over her mouth and speared his tongue in and out between her teeth like a second cock fucking into her lovely face.
The picture came to the distraught girl's mind of the first time she had ever touched her boyfriend Tony's desire-bloated penis. It had been like holding a heated branding iron in her fingers, and she had throbbed with lust like an animal excited for the kill.
There was no getting around it, Andrea told herself as she began to answer the lust-driven man's flicking tongue with her own. She'd always had the makings of a slut, she told herself bitterly. Now she may as well act like one and enjoy it! At least, she thought cynically, there's the possibility of getting more of what I want out of this. If taking my new boss's penis will help me to get what I want... well, why not? Isn't that the way a slut should act? Why not? Why not give him all he wants?
Andrea began to let her body go -- to become the wanton, abandoned creature it had long tried to be. The young redhead decided that she had finally reached the point she had subconsciously always desired but had been afraid to reach until now.
The older man seemed to sense the loss of Andrea's last remaining bit of resistance, and lewdly sucking her tongue up into his mouth, he began an expert rocking motion down between her softly quivering white thighs. He was pulling his about-to-burst cock almost all the way out of her tightly clasping cunt now, then shoving it ruthlessly all the way up to the hilt again, making sure the rigid shaft scraped her clitoris with each stroke. Her upturned buttocks began a slow, rhythmic grinding motion beneath him, gradually increasing in urgency until her resilient ass-cheeks were slapping lightly up against "his dangling testicles.
Suddenly Andrea's entire tormented young body began to twist and writhe beneath the naked older man's pounding weight, and she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, shoving her tongue with savage abandon deep into her summer employer's throat. Faint mewls of servile acceptance surged up from her lungs, her face grimacing in passion - her mouth gaping under his, her smooth white neck straining, her nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead beneath her disheveled red hair.
The older man's thick blood-engorged cock was slipping in and out of her tight young cunt without resistance now, plunging headlong high up into the slippery passage while his pelvic muscles ground down into the quivering bud of the young girl's clitoris. Andrea felt him slip his big hands down over the naked curves of her sensuously shivering flesh to slide beneath her undulating buttocks, cupping them, one in each hand, as he began to fuck into her with greater frenzy.
Andrea began to flex and unflex the muscles of her cushiony ass-cheeks while Mike Barton clutched his fingers tightly into her wildly undulating buttocks. He jerked her up harder to his aching loins, and she pulled'her painfully bent thighs back a little more, the moistly heated hole of her pussy clasping his cock and sucking it in to greater and greater depths. Miraculously, the pain was past now, and her legs on either side of Mike Barton's impaling shaft of male hardness were jerking and quivering with an abandon she could not control. Her thoughts were by now silenced by the overpowering sensations, and the eighteen-year-old redhead closed her eyes and continued slipping her tongue into the club manager's mouth, while low hums of velvety pleasure rumbled in her throat like the purring of a sleepy cat. There was nothing left for her now except the dizzying sensations filling her body as his long rigid cock fucked in and out of her hungry pussy.
Mike Barton was slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lust-hardened cock nearly all the way out of the young girl's clasping vagina on the outstroke and then plunged it forward between her uplifted buttocks again until she could feel the harsh slap of his testicles against the crevice of her anus. She began twisting and squirming wantonly under his ravishment of her uptiited loins, and when he brought his hand around to where his cock was sliding in and out of her wide-open pussy, Andrea felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt. His strong fingers continued to play there until groans of unrestrained lust formed in her throat and escaped her lips into his hotly voracious mouth.
"Fuck harder!" she begged him in passionate tones. "Oh, God! It's so good!" Her widening vaginal passage was steeped in ravenous desire, swallowing the whole of the older man's pummeling penis as he thrust mercilessly to the molten core of her being.
"Ah! Aaahhh! Yes, yes," Andrea chanted as suddenly Mike Barton quickened his thrust and the tormenting ecstasy of her pleasure caused her to thrash and buck even more wildly beneath him. She could feel him pressing his hands back up under her knees now, forcing them back hard on either side of her head and down against the white fur covering the divan, angling her cunt upward even more and stretching it wide to receive the pile-driving pounding of his loins as he thrust brutally into her.
"Ooohhh, Ooohhh, Ooohhh," she chanted rhythmically beneath him, her features contorting into an unrecognizable mask of insane passion that was totally new to her. Again, as if in response to her cries, her boss quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick hard cock boring hard up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She had become a tender mass of exquisite pleasure, and she could feel the most unbearable pressure building up inside her fluttering belly. Vaguely, in her trance of desire, the young girl was aware of his hands running over her naked body like searching tongues of fire, aware of his soft wet lips sucking at her spearing tongue, aware of the hot viscous friction of his naked rod of flesh fucking up into her willing cunt. She had become nothing more than that wetly pulsing passage of burning flesh clasping onto the older man's penis for dear life -- that was it! That was the be-all and end-all of her life! All she wanted and waited for and needed was coming to her right now.
She had miscalculated. Whereas Andrea Wade, the athlete, the tennis player, could only win medals and money, Andrea Wade the slut could experience those mind-blowing sensations anytime there was a man to fuck her. Her whole world could be different. What she had believed to be ambition during her adolescence was now shown to be only sublimated lust for a man's hotly thrusting penis.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck ... fuck," she chanted, egging him on, lurching up at him with her whole body to meet his hammering lunges. "Harder! Ooohhh, fuck!"
Panting and writhing beneath him, she heard his hot breath moaning near her ear. All his concentration was now centered in her wetly grinding pussy below. His lust-driven cock was an unrelenting force raging up between her legs, making her tingle with electric desire from the tips of her toes to the top of her fiery red head.
She opened her green eyes wide and stared up at the ceiling sightlessly.
"Oh, God! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!" she gasped out.
"Are you cumming, baby? Is your tight little cunt creaming?" Mike Barton's sultry voice rasped hoarsely into her ear. His obscene language shook Andrea with another barrage of sensual shivers that sent her hurtling across the edge of release.
"Ooohhh, God, yesss! Yessss! I'm cumming! CUMMING!" she screamed.
Even as she jerked and bucked against the muscular body of the older man, she felt his stiffened cock throb and grow still larger until it tensed like a vibrating snake inside her ecstatically convulsing cunt; then it began pumping his hot thick sperm far up into her belly, their juices mingling lewdly inside her in a wet pool of bliss and lust she had never known could exist.
Over and over her cum-tightened cuntal muscles rippled against the tough yet tender skin of her employer's emptying penis. Over and over again he ground her hungrily sucking pussy up and back and around the still sliding ramrod of his wildly jerking penis. The passion-drenched folds of her secret flesh within grasped at the slowly deflating shaft of flesh and tried to hold it, to keep it there, forever, like that -- filling, thrilling, fulfilling. She felt as though she were caught suspended upon it, carried to the highest point of excitement where she lingered, lovingly, until at last there seemed no more strength left to feed her desire.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" At last Andrea's long lithe legs went limp, jerking convulsively and finally falling out to the sides as Mike Barton released his hold on her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as though it would burst. She had just been fragmented into a million separate pieces of pure pleasure, but now the tide of her feelings was going down, and the temporarily forgotten wave of humiliation and shame surged back, flooding her mind as she remembered where she was and the things Mr. Barton had made her say and do. With him lying on top of her with his softer but still thick penis buried to the hilt up inside her cum-flooded belly, she began to whimper with self-pity.
"What have I done?" she wailed, turning her face to the side.
Mike Barton pulled back out of her hotly clasping cunt, his deflating cock slipping from the tender wetness with a lewd sucking noise. He held himself poised above her, panting hard, himself dazed by the degree of intensity he had reached during the peak of fucking the tender young tennis player. He was glad his friend had suggested this young beauty for the country club job, and he was already looking forward to accomplishing more varied sexual acts with her during the summer ahead. He knew she would never leave the job because of what had happened to her with him and before that with
Ms son, Gary. She was hooked on fucking for good, whether she knew it herself or not. Once a woman was fucked like that, he thought, with or without her willing cooperation, she would never be satisfied again until she could once more get a man's rock-hard cock deep inside her spreading pussy. And the way this inexperienced young redhead had lost all control under him was a testament to the fact that she had that little touch of whore he could always find in a woman, and further proof of the fact that he knew how to get the best out of his sturdy cock.
As he lifted himself from the perspiration-drenched nakedness of the eighteen-year-old girl, he saw her tears begin to well up in her soft green eyes, but he knew it would be all right. She was feeling used and ashamed because of the way she had uncontrollably responded to him, which meant he only had to play his cards right and she would learn to trust him and therefore would end up doing anything he wanted her to do.
"Don't worry, baby. This'll only get you closer to what you want," he told her as he began to calmly put his clothes back on."Believe me; if every man on the committee got a little of that, you would definitely be the only choice to represent us in the tennis competitions." Mike Barton knew he was telling the truth... or almost the truth. The only trouble was, she probably wouldn't do it knowingly, and there were surely one or two guys on the board who wouldn't even be interested -- one was a preacher, the other was a queer.
Half-thinking he was serious, Andrea lifted her tear-soaked face from the divan, and she studied the older man's face. He seemed to be joking, but behind his eyes was a faraway look as though he himself believed it was true. This mature, successful country club manager looked like he was thinking she was one of the best women he ever had, and Andrea felt a shiver of lewd pride tingle inside her loins. Then it must be true, what she had thought when numbed and lost in the passion of the moment - she was bom to be a slut! She was really good at it, and this was only her second time!
"Don't worry, little baby, you won't have to take on the whole board," Mike Barton told her. He paused in buckling his belt, musing for a moment. "But it wouldn't do any harm to get at old Earl Granville," he said after a while.
"Wh ... what did you say?" Andrea gasped, unable to believe her ears. Was Mike Barton actually going to come out and suggest that she let someone else make love to her in exchange for a tryout at the Davis Cup?
"I said it wouldn't do you any harm to fuck Earl Granville. He's a goaty old man who will he the one to formally present your name before the steering committee. You'd have it made you can get him turned on. He's kind of hard to get interested, but if you do -- watch out!"
It suddenly dawned on Mike Barton that he was talking to this eighteen-year-old girl as though she were sophisticated enough to be out in the open with such things. He mentally cursed himself for his loose mouth, and he might be ruining any further chances to screw the hot little-bitch,
"Forgive me. I'm sorry, my dear," the older man said as he smoothed his tie back into shape. He now stood completely in front of the lissome naked redhead staring wide-eyed at him from her position at the edge of the fur-covered divan. He smiled at the beautiful picture of youthful innocence she made there with her feet apart on the floor, her shapely knees pressed modestly together with her arm drooped casually over her loins, her upper arm pressed softly against her fully blossomed breasts. Above the slightly touching twin mounds of white flesh, Andrea's innocent, naive face, unblemished as yet by dark secrets of life, was presenting itself to him in open-eyed wonder. What's going on in her pretty head? he wondered to himself. Maybe she's not quite as naive as I thought.
The intelligent young redhead had just made a startling discovery as he was talking to her. Not only was Andrea surprised to see that she no longer had the slightest reservations about fucking whoever Mike Barton might suggest -- after all, she had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. But also she was shocked to learn that the very thought of taking another man's hardened penis up inside her tight little vagina excited her! She could feel new little tingles of sensation worrying down in her loins.
She turned her lips up at him in an unpracticed sensual smile, at the same time stretching one long shapely leg out toward the fascinated older man. Reaching out with both hands, the young redhead slowly stroked her fingertips up the smooth contours of her calves, knees and thighs, along the gentle curves and hollows of her hips, and narrow waist, and finally brushing lightly over her ripe full breasts.
"Baby, you do learn fast!" the club manager told her in a low hoarse voice. He could feel his recently drained and worn-out cock trembling into new life inside his jockey shorts as he watched her rise up slowly to a standing position with her legs thrust apart on the carpet, her voluptuous breasts thrust boldly out at him. Looking down at the little vee of curly crimson hair up between her parted thighs, Mike Barton could see the pinkly pouting pussy he had just fucked into with such fury. It looked as though she were ready for another round of the same.
Then, suddenly, Andrea stopped playing the role of a provocative woman and almost shyly began to get dressed. In now useless modesty, the young redhead turned her back and slipped her green and white evening dress over her head, wriggling her nakedly exposed buttocks at him when the dress stuck at her shoulders. She had decided that if they were going to talk business now, she could play that role, too -- she wasn't so much a slave of her body that she couldn't control herself when she wanted to -- at least, not yet.
"I would like very much to meet this man from the steering committee, Mr. Barton," the young girl said a minute later, perching herself now fully dressed on the edge of a chair near him. Andrea's big green eyes were sparkling as she stared earnestly at him.
My God! I've never seen anyone like her! Nothing seems to shake her up!
Mike Barton scrutinized her face carefully. At first he thought he had caught the elusive signs of drunkenness or madness in the back of her eyes -- but now he thought he recognized it for what it was: This innocent, naive-looking young redheaded tennis player was filled to her ears with raw, unfettered ambition! Nothing would stop her from clawing her way to the top!
Unless, he added to himself, unless she becomes permanently addicted to sex! And after what he had just witnessed, he began to have serious doubts about her career for the first time since he had met her.
Handing her another glass of brandy, Mike Barton smiled knowingly with a touch of sadness as he told her, 'Tomorrow is Sunday, Andrea. Rest. Play a little tennis, maybe, or swim in the pool. You've been through a lot, and the summer season hasn't even begun yet. I'll see Earl Granville on Monday. Then, we'll see... okay?"
"That'll be wonderful, Mr. Barton," Andrea told him gratefully. The large cloud of guilt and humiliation still lingered in the back of her mind, but it was diminishing in size and intensity by the moment. The young girl knew that she had just passed some kind of test, one of those pass-or-fail examinations that life just pops on you once in a while.
Deep in her innermost being, she realized that she had passed -- and in so doing, she had moved onto a different level of existence from what she had known before. Funny, all her life Andrea had thought she would know what it felt like when she became a woman. In fact, she had felt that way many times before, although now she knew she had been wrong. There had been something missing each time before.
But this time she was sure.
She was a woman; her life had begun! .
And on Monday, she'd go into town and find a doctor who would start her on The Pill.
Chapter Four
The first day of actual work had not been so bad. Andrea had signed up a couple of beginners who knew nothing at all about tennis. The word had begun to spread that Mariposa Country Club had a fantastic tennis instructor, and it wouldn't be long before she would have more students than she could handle. There had been only one or two older men on the courts in the morning, and she'd had them pretty much to herself most of the afternoon, the weather being great for golf. Toward two o'clock, some mothers and children showed up, and a couple of eager amateurs spent more time trying to make time with her than they did practicing their atrocious serves, but they were easy to get around. It had been an easy day. The night tennis players were few, though the club had provided sufficient lighting. And, that was it.
There was, however, the engagement with Earl Granville, chairman of the steering committee. Mike Barton had told her first thing in the morning that she was to meet Granville in the committee room at seven-thirty that evening. After eating a hasty supper and taking a quick shower, the young red-haired girl dressed herself in a flowered yellow minidress. Andrea had to admit to herself as she looked in the mirror that she made a fine figure. If Mr. Granvflle liked long shapely legs and nice, firm buttocks," she thought, then hell like me.
Andrea had been warned that she might find Mr. Granville not very appealing, and she was prepared for the worst. Doubts still ran through her mind about the wisdom of using her body to this extent to gain sponsorship for a competitive tryout on the courts, but she seemed to have stepped onto a roller coaster, and there seemed no way to get off. She couldn't think of any good reason not to go on with what she had started. At least, when summer was over she would know if this way worked out. She could always go on as tentatively planned to attend college and participate in scholastic events.
The committee room was long and narrow, conforming to the shape of the walnut table running almost its entire length. There were about twenty chairs around the oblong table, all of them empty except for the one at the head of the table at the farthest end of the room.
"Lock the door, Miss Wade," the man said in a gravelly voice. She complied and started to move toward him.
"Stop!" the older man commanded. Andrea did as she was told, staring curiously at this strange man. From where she stood, she could see broad stripes of gray through his brown hair, and his face had begun to take on the wrinkles of an old man; She could tell that not very long ago he must have been ruggedly handsome and virile looking, but he was on the verge of losing his good looks now.
"I want to watch you walk, Miss Wade," he told her. "Walking is very important -- it reveals a lot about a person's character. Judges can sometimes predict the winners of a tournament solely by watching the participants walk."
The young redhead had rarely met a man who sounded so cold and aloof. She felt slightly apprehensive as she started once again to walk toward the man at the far end of the room.
"No, not like that. Use a chair and step up onto the table," he ordered. "I can see you better there."
Andrea smiled uncertainly, gazing with a questioning look at the older man. He smiled faintly in encouragement and nodded for her to go ahead and step up onto the polished wood table. Then he sat back in the high-backed swivel chair and fixed his eyes on the young redhead.
"Walk toward me slowly and do what I tell you," his hoarse dry voice commanded. The Board Chairman was breathing heavily in the still room as Andrea stepped carefully toward him.
"Very nice. Yes..... very nice,"the older man muttered to himself as he watched her hips sway slightly with each step. Earl Granville felt a slight twinge of hunger pulsing in his loins as he gazed at the alluring girl's long stockinged legs, well-rounded hips tucking into a narrow waist. Her firmly-set young breasts bounced lightly under the thin material of the yellow minidress as she moved, bringing further excitement to his faintly quivering cock.
Maybe Mike Barton was right about this one, Granville was thinking. There was something about this proud little redhead that just might get to him. It was more and more difficult these days for Earl Granville to be excited by any woman, and for him that was like the end of the world - sex had always been the only thing that truly interested him. Even his success as a businessman had meant nothing to him compared to the pleasures he had gotten from the women in his life. Now all of a sudden it was difficult to find a woman who gave him those feelings of lust that would harden his cock for a good fuck. The older man had begun to think he had finally become jaded and worn out, but he still wanted to screw more than anything else, if only he could find women able to turn him on.
Andrea had reached the halfway point on the long table when Earl Granville barked out another command.
"Stop there! Now turn around and let me see how you look from the back," he rasped.
Andrea was close enough now to see that he was older than she had thought. Whatever he was making her do this for, she was pretty sure that he wouldn't demand more of her than she could bear to give. Mike Barton had warned her that if the Board Chairman got started with her she would find it a hard experience to forget, but that was difficult to imagine. She turned around in a complete circle and stopped, looking at Earl Granville to see what she should do next. His breath was coming erratically, as he stared up and down her curvaceous, enticing young body, and then Andrea noticed his hands were moving in his lap. Finally, he stopped whatever he was doing and looked at her eyes again.
"Come closer, my dear," he whispered.
Andrea took the remaining steps to bring her to the edge of the table where the man with gray in his hair sat watching her with avid eyes, and when she was towering over hint, he smiled up at her, staring hungrily at the shadowy space up between her thighs. His hands were clasped together over the crotch of his trousers as he sat there devouring her luscious young body with his eyes.
"Mike Barton has told me a lot about you," he said. "I won't beat around the bush -- at my age, you can't afford to, or don't have the patience." His eyes were fixed on hers hypnotically as he spoke.
"I like the way you look, the way you move. You're an exciting young woman, and I would like nothing more than to help you -- if you will return the favor."
Slowly, as though he were unveiling a monument, the steering committee chairman removed his hands from his lap, exposing to the young redhead's captivated gaze his long penis. It was partially erect and quivering like a snake down between his legs, the thick bulbous tip staring up at her like the eye of a Cyclops. Andrea sucked in her breath with a short gasp, surprised by this bold, shameless approach from the old man. Andrea could tell that when his penis reached full hardness it would be huge -larger than any she had seen so far.
"I... I don't understand, Mr. Granville," she stammered down at him from her hovering position above him.
"I'll explain," the older man told her soothingly. Patting the edge of the table, he said, "Sit down here in front of me, and I'll tell you what I want."
Licking her lush red lips nervously, Andrea sat down and dangled her legs over the edge of the conference table, situating herself so as to give Earl Granville an open view up into her panty-clad pussy. He, in turn, backed the swivel chair a few inches away from her and licked his lips greedily at the salacious sight.
"I've been going back over my past experiences with sex to find things that can still excite me," he began. "This morning, I remembered my first affair with a woman, and I dug this out of a trunk in the attic when I heard you were coming to see me."
He unrolled a long calendar picture, of a date decades before. The illustration at the top was of a Woman wearing a short skirt leaning over a picket fence to pluck a flower. Her face was turned coyly to look over her shoulder toward the viewer, her lips puckered a little "oh" of surprise. The round half-moons of her buttocks were encased in sheer white nylon panties, enticing and inviting to look at,, the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks visible as a curving shadow through the flimsy material, and there was a little red spot showing on her upper thigh as though someone passing by had just playfully pinched her.
"I was fourteen years old when I stole this from a mechanic's shop in Chicago," Granville said in a hoarse dreamy voice. "I know every inch of her beautiful flesh, and secret nook and cranny of her soft little body." The older man flicked his deep brown eyes up at Andrea's to see if she were mocking him in any way. There was nothing derisive in her expression, but she looked confused.
"Oh, I know it sounds crazy," Earl Granville continued, "but that little wench used to really turn me on."
Andrea still didn't understand what was expected of her, and she waited patiently for him to clarify it.
"I... I wonder if you would mind posing for me... like this, young lady?" There was a sense of urgency in his voice. As he thought back to the days when he'd masturbate three or four times a day while gazing lasciviously at the girl on the calendar, days when he had to do something like that in order to keep his cock from staying hard all the time, he felt his penis stirring more strongly.
The young redhead looked at him with a suspicious glance, not quite sure if he were serious, and a little apprehensive about what he might ask her to do if she went along with this request. But she braced herself for the worst and slipped down off the table. Standing in front of him, she turned around and leaned over the polished walnut table top, propping her elbows on the wooden surface with her face in her hands. Andrea held her legs together like the giri in the picture, her calves curving out from where they touched each other, her softly rounded thighs pressed modestly together. Her firm young buttocks thrust out toward the older man's face behind her, and she turned her head to look at him sitting in his dark swivel chair.
Earl Granville's glittering eyes bored into her thinly covered ass-cheeks from behind with fires of lust burning in the dark pupils. The eighteen year old's softly flowing curves were much more alluring than the artist's rendition of the girl in the calendar pose. The round moon-shape of her buttocks was hidden from his sight by only the thin smooth surface of her sheer panties, and ;: was almost as though she were complete,; naked.
His voice came at her in rasping tones. "I used to stand in front of this picture and jack myself off," he confessed to the astonished young girl. While he talked, his hand moved down to the slightly jerking length of his hardening penis, and he wrapped his fingers around the swollen flesh to tease the foreskin up and down over the bloated tip-end. Andrea watched in mystified apprehension as he began slipping the loose outer skin up and down before her very eyes, slowly building up the length and hardness of the shaft of flesh. After all she had gone through so far at the country club, this looked as though it might be easy to take. He was asking so little of her, really, and he could be of so much help to her. She at once decided to throw herself into the spiring of the scene and try to please him as well as she could.
"Ooohhh," she cooed back at him, making her sensually rosy lips into a little oval of surprise like the girl in the picture, her large green eyes fastened to his hand slipping up and down.on his still swelling penis. The young redhead swayed her enticing young buttocks slightly from side to side to further excite the older man, and his hand began to jerk up and down a little faster.
"Oh, yes ... that's good," he groaned as he watched her ass-cheeks squirming lewdly back in his direction. "The big moment would be when I was about to cum -- then I would move right up close to her pretty little ass and spurt all over her," he continued breathlessly. At the same time that Earl Granville was masturbating, he rose up from his chair to edge closer to the upturned buttocks until he stood only inches away from her.
"What I always wished I could ..." he began, panting hoarsely behind her back. His hugely expanding cock was out of her line of sight now, up close behind her thinly protected buttocks, and she felt a tiny shiver of fear pass through her body. Andrea wished she knew for sure what he wanted her to do ... and what he wanted to do with her. She had heard frightening stories of all kinds of perversions from some of the bolder girls at high school, and she was beginning to wonder if this strange older man had something like that in mind for her. "I always wished I could peel her panties down off her smooth white ass like this," he went on. The young girl shuddered slightly as his fingers reached up under the hem of her minidress and found the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. Slowly and deliberately, he slipped them down over the young girl's upraised white buttocks, his now fully hardened cock jerking with excitement in his right hand as her narrow nether crevice came into view. Gradually, the whole of the twin mounds were nakedly exposed to his lascivious view, the sheer material of her pantyhose rolled halfway down Andrea's tensely quivering thighs.
It was then that the young redhead felt his fingertips playing over her defenselessly bare buttocks, pausing briefly to tease at her tiny puckered anus before drifting along the narrow crevice to burrow in between the smooth softness of her upper thighs. She felt an unexpected tingle of excitement from the lewd intrusion he was making up between her inner thighs, and a small moan escaped her lips when she felt his exploring middle finger tease its way into the moistly tender flesh of her vaginal opening.
"I always dreamed of spreading her thighs apart.. .like this ... from behind and shoving my hard prick right up into her cunt," the excited chairman of the steering committee said, panting for breath now that he was on the verge of having an old fantasy come true at last.
His prodding fingers were softly manipulating Andrea's quivering clitoral bud, while at the same time he spread his hand to force her trembling thighs wider apart. The older man's lewdly droning words caused unexplainable little flutters of obscene delight flickering through Andrea's loins, or perhaps it was his gently stroking finger which slipped occasionally into the moistening hot entrance to her pussy. Whatever it was that caused it, Andrea's body was beginning to respond in spite of her persisting fears, the secretions of her desire beginning to flow freely from the inner walls of her vagina. The redhead's flexing and unfiexing buttocks jiggled from side to side as she undulated her torso before Earl Granville's greedily watching eyes.
The young girl's face was still turned back to him over her shoulder, watching the expressions of rising lust passing over his craggy features. Suddenly a cruel glint appeared in his deep brown eyes, and the older man compressed his lips into a sadistic little grin.
"I used to think about how her pretty little, smile would change into a grimace of pain as soon as I had filled her with my hard-on," he growled from behind her.
At that moment, the older man moved forward and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock up between her sleek inner thighs, setting it into place with his fingertips at the slightly spread opening of her tight little cunt. Holding his throbbing hardness in place at the hot little mouth with one hand, the lascivious older man used his other hand to stretch the curl-rimmed pink flanges of the young girl's pussy out to each side, giving his lust-stiffened cock greater access to her palpitating cuntal softness.
Andrea felt his heated rigidity firmly lodged up between her thighs, ready to spear up into her nakedly baekthrust vagina, and her whole body quivered in fear, but at the same time, she felt a lewd anticipation. She still remembered the endless sensation she had felt when she was cumming on Mike Barton's penis, and the thought of being fucked again by a different man -- and like this, almost dog-fashion -- was suddenly filling her with a degree of passion that made her squirm back against the great rod of rock-hard flesh set in place between her legs.
There was a little more pressure, and Andrea felt the tiny opening stretching painfully from the huge bulbous thickness of his cock-head. She wondered for a moment if she would be able to take it inside her from the back this way. It seemed so big, and she had never dreamed of doing it this way before. It would hurt, she knew -- however much she might like it, it would hurt!
"No, wait!" she cried suddenly, changing her mind about going along with whatever he wanted.
But it was already too late. Sensing her reluctance even before she had spoken, the chairman had moved his hands onto the redhead's hips and held her tightly in his vise-like grip. Now that he had this little bitch in front of him, with his aching cock poised to plunge up into her moist little cunt, he wasn't about to let her get away. This was a chance of a lifetime!
Earl Granville flexed his buttocks and lunged forward from the tips of his toes, sending his throbbingly hard cock ramming up into the moist fleshy tightness of the young girl's unprepared pussy until he was all the way in, up to the hilt. He could feel the narrow walls of her cunt rippling softly around his pulsating shaft as the cruelly expanded passage tried to adjust itself to his massive thickness.
"Oooaaaggghhh!" she groaned. "It's too big!
It hurts!'' The yoang girl cried out in agony, the tresses of her long red hair whipping back and forth on the polished table top as she tossed her head from side to side
"Ohh, baby? You did it!; the older man groaned triumphantly down at her, enjoying the squirming of her naked buttocks as she tried to escape the brutal impalement.
Not content to wait for her to get used to his hardness buried up to the very hilt in the depths of her belly, the chairman began fucking relentlessly in and out of her warmly enveloping cunta! passage. Andrea winced and moaned from the painful friction inside her searing vagina, but her will to fight this lascivious ravishment of her loins from the rear was gone, driven away with the first skewering thrust of Mr. Granville's hard cock deep up in her defenseless belly. As though the tip of her cervix were a switch to turn her on, a salacious thrill of excitement ran through her that left no room in her mind for pain. All that was left now was the hard pumping rod of male flesh hurling up into her from behind, stretching and filling her yielding young cunt beyond belief.
"Fuck back! Fuck your ass back!" Andrea, heard the older man gasp from behind her, and she passionately surrendered her will to his, screwing her squirming buttocks tightly against his pounding pelvis. She felt a cold sharp sensations when she inadvertently touched the tender skin of her inner thighs on his metal zipper, but she only broke her passionate rhythm for a split second, catching up with his quickening strokes immediately.
The older man was grunting above and behind her now like a rutting animal, his long-unspent load of cum already beginning to swirl heatedly down deep in his testicles. He had thought he would feel tired before now, but his body felt like a tightly wound spring about to snap as he stroked faster and faster up into her wetly grinding young pussy. The little bitch didn't look like it, but she was a real fucking whore the way she sent her cunt sucking back after his hotly plunging rod. Maddening little ripples of flesh ran back and forth inside her moistly screwing pussy, working like tiny hands to milk the white-hot sperm out of his swollen cock. She was so hot she had already reached the verge of cumming. By God! I'm going to make this hot little bitch cum! It was a thought that put the older man over the hump and on the way to his own orgasm. '
Andrea felt him fucking harder and harder up between her legs, then the rapid jerking of his wetly sluicing cock told her he was about to finish, and she knew she made it. She had done it!
"Ooohhh, cum ... cum, darling," she cooed back at him with her lips pursed in a lewd pout. Her right hand reached back between the conference table and her slightly spread thighs and fondled his testicles each time they slapped up against her quivering buttocks. "Oh, lover. I want you to fill me with your nice hot cum. Give me your cum deep inside my cunt! Oh, cum, darling, cum!"
Hearing her ardent words, Earl Granville felt a surge of excitement shooting through his body, and it pushed him right over the edge. He gasped, "Christ! I'm cumming, honey! Here it comes!" The older man's rampant penis went into spasms of ecstasy, spurting again and again inside her violently quivering vagina.
Abruptly, without warning, Andrea felt the first uncontrollable twitchings of her vaginal muscles, a twitching that was soon darting through her own body, and she moaned out loud as her own orgasm exploded. The older man's slippery cock pounded into her time and time again in rhythm with his grunting voice behind her until finally he slammed his pelvis up tight against her flexing buttocks and held her pinned there on his;throbbing penis.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Sooo-ooo good!" whimpered the redhead in front of him. The young girl was surprised that she had had an orgasm. She had not been excited by the prospect of making love with this older man at all, but nevertheless she had once again lost control of herself and reacted to her body's relentless pursuit of pleasure.
The steering committee chairman leaned away from the cushion of her buttocks and watched his now deflating penis slipping wetly out of her widely expanded cunt. There was a small sucking noise as the softening cock-head came free of the clasping pink pussy-lips, followed then by a thin trail of pearl-colored semen seeping from her gaping pussy mouth.
Collapsing back down into his swivel chair with a deep sigh of satisfaction, the older man felt drowsy and heavy-lidded from the exquisite fatigue flooding through his body. He stared at the young redhead's nakedly exposed ass-cheeks with a wistful smile of consummated pleasure.
"Miss Wade, I'm recommending your name to the committee first thing in the morning," he told her with a rasping tone. "If I may give you a piece of advice -- don't neglect one Mr. Boyd Donovan if you are really after the Davis Cup sponsorship. As president of the Mariposa Country Club, he can veto the committee for any reason he wants."
Andrea barely understood what he was saying, but she took his words as a signal to reach back and pull her panties back up over her soft white buttocks. She felt the warm stickiness of their mingled cum dripping down between her inner thighs, a feeling so lewd and obscene that she decided not to do anything about it until she got back to her room. If anyone noticed the stain up in the vee of her legs, let them guess for themselves what it was from -- or who it was from.
Facing around again, Andrea looked into Earl Granville's eyes and told him, "I hope you don't think I did... we did this together just so I could get the club's nomination ... I wouldn't want you to think that..."
The steering committee chairman smiled knowingly at the girl, a flicker of new respect coming into his deep brown eyes. This little redhead would go a long way if she could keep this up, he thought to himself. Every man she meets will have a weakness for her kind, but shell have to pretend that she doesn't know it, otherwise, shell get herself fucked in more ways than one.
"We won't even think about our little treat again, Miss Wade, will we?" His eyes flashed a humorless warning for her to never mention what had happened between them.
"Of course no, Mr. Granville. Thank you . . . for everything."
Chapter Five
The two had been drinking together and talking for over two hours, mostly about their usual subject of-mutual interest: Sex. It was almost, but not quite, an argument between them.
"What do you mean, you raunchy old bastard," Gary Barton demanded in indignation.
"I mean at my age, I can still fuck better and longer than you can," the club manager told his son with a note of superiority in his voice. "That little redhead, for instance -- she obviously got something from me that you couldn't give her. She was so turned on you wouldn't believe it."
Fuming silently for a long moment, exasperated by his father's bragging, the handsome young man finally had a brainstorm.
"There's only one way to settle this thing," he proclaimed, unwilling to allow his father to run down his virility and capacity for turning on women.
"And how's that?" Mike Barton asked the blond-haired youth. The older man was only half-joking - he remembered how impatient he himself had been at his son's age, and it was years before he'd learned to get the most out of a piece of ass by making sure the girl was worked up as much as he was before shooting off into her. Before that, he had always satisfied himself first and to hell with the girl.
"Well have to fuck her.. .both at the same time ... take turns at her. Then well see who gets the best performance... and who can go on the longest," Gary said. It would be the first time they had ever shared the same girl in this way. Sure, many times the same girl had been screwed by them both, but not in the same room at the same time with one of them watching the other go at it.
The idea immediately appealed to Gary's father. His eyes lit up with a little lustful glow, and he smacked his lips in anticipation. It had been a long time since he'd been in on a gang bang, even though this would be a small one, and the prospect excited him. "You're on," he blurted out, raising a toast with his glass. He gulped the rest of the Scotch and slammed the empty glass down. "You better start resting up right now for the big event. We don't want you getting worn out before we even get started."
"Shit!" Gary spat back, "If anybody gets worn out, it ain't gonna be me." He grinned back at his father with an equally obscene gleam in his eye.
"I'll try to set it up for next Saturday night. There's plenty of help in the club, and we can both get away."
The lewdly anticipatory glances they exchanged were like Dorian Gray looking in the mirror. Young Gary Barton saw in his father himself as an older man, still lecherous as ever. It was a nice future to look forward to.
While Mike Barton and his son were laying their plans, a silver Ferrari was racing over a torturous road in the hills above the country club. Although the road was dangerous, the speedometer rarely dropped under ninety miles an hour, and Andrea Wade in the passenger's seat sat terrified, her wide-open green eyes staring at the ribbon of asphalt unwinding so rapidly before them. Beside her at the wheel was the president of the Mariposa Country Club, Boyd Donovan, concentrating as well as he could on the road. He held a fifth of bourbon between his legs, and from time to time, he lifted it to his lips before passing it over to Andrea. By now she was becoming accustomed to drinking so that it no longer tasted bad to her, but she still got drunk very fast, losing both coordination and control over herself.
Upon reaching a short straight stretch of road, Boyd Donovan took a sidelong glance at his passenger that quickly encompassed her youthful beauty and voluptuous body. The president let his eyes run over Andrea's tempting young body as she sat stiffly next to him, nervous and frail, her long slender legs exposed up to her firm young upper thighs. Her waist was narrow and wasp-like, and her ripely jutting breasts, he was sure, were bare under the tight-fitting sweater she was wearing.
The warm wind coming in the open window of the car whipped her long red hair around her head, making her look wildly provocative.
Donovan was over forty years of age, and still ruggedly handsome. As much as he loved young women, he sometimes thought he loved fast cars even more. He reached down to the floor shift between them and geared down for a particularly sharp turn ahead. Grinning in lewd contemplation, the older man unscrewed the elongated penis-head-shaped plastic knob he had put on the gearshift just this evening, and then he screwed it back on again, thinking of what he could do with this suddenly freely available little red-headed dish next to him.
Mike Barton had told him that the club's new tennis instructor would do anything he could think of -- she was that hot to get sponsored to the competitions for the Davis Cup. From what Barton had further told him, Donovan gathered that she was also hot to get fucked. She looked so young and innocent, it was hard to believe, but he had been surprised by looks before.
"Pull up your dress," Boyd Donovan ordered.
When Andrea gasped and did not obey immediately, the club president jerked on the steering wheel, making the high-powered car swerve and slide on the crooked road. Whenever he was drinking, he was capable of almost anything. If Andrea didn't know that yet, she was soon to learn. The car swerved again, the rear tire slipping off the pavement onto the gravel shoulder at the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" the young girl cried out, terrified, holding on with both hands to keep her balance.
"I said pull it up!"
This time, Andrea quickly obeyed, hoping that she hadn't gotten into a sports car driven by a madman. She hiked her dress high and exposed the narrow band of her panties up between her thighs.
"Pull it all the way up!" Donovan growled at the frightened eighteen year old girl. This was the first time the club president had said anything to her since they had gotten in the car together nearly an hour before. Since then they had just been driving aimlessly and drinking, and now she was beginning to really get worried about his ability to handle the car. Also, Andrea had been aware that Mr. Donovan was expecting something from her, though she hadn't been sure quite what it might be, and this abrupt cold command was not exactly what she had been expecting.
However, she again obeyed his gruff voice, pulling her dress up so that it was around her waist, completely exposing her panty-covered loins to his drunken gaze. But she found herself desperately wishing that he'd at least stop the car. If he kept staring at her all the time, they were bound to miss a curve sooner or later and go careening off a cliff.
"Take off your panties and prop one leg up on the seat so I can see your pussy," he demanded, noticing her automatic reluctance to do what he asked. The next turn was nearly a hairpin curve, and Donovan took it on two wheels, knowing that it would frighten the girl into doing what he asked.
"Look, baby," he snarled as he glared at the road ahead, "Maybe you don't understand. You're going to do whatever I ask, whenever I ask. Otherwise you'll not only be scared shitless, youll end up walking home from God knows where out in the sticks. Got that straight?"
"Y ... yes, Mr. Donovan," the young redhead stammered. Hesitating only a brief second more, Andrea began awkwardly taking off her skimpy white nylon panties, squirming around on the car seat to get them over her buttocks and firm full thighs and down off her ankles. She could feel the cool leather against her naked ass-cheeks, and she stared straight ahead, her face flushing in embarrassment, as she raised one leg and played it out to the side, opening the whole of her crimson-curled pubic area to his greedy eyes.
"That's better," he rasped, feeling his penis beginning to swell in his tight trousers. "Now, reach down and spread the lips of your cunt open."
In spite of Andrea's feeling of humiliation, she hastened to carry out his command. And, despite her shock at his cold calculated commands, the obscene words titillated the passionate side of her nature. Spreading the tiny pink folds of pussy flesh with her first and third fingers, she let her extended middle finger lie lightly over the swollen clitoral bud, and the tiny little mouth of her vagina quivered in excitement. Small droplets of moisture were already beginning to form in the narrow valley, glistening pink and gold in the late afternoon sun.
"Get it hot, baby. Fingerfuck it a little," Donovan told her, licking his tongue over his suddenly dry lips as he watched her finger beginning to slowly massage the widespread lips. Before long, he could hear little wet sounds from the lewd stroking she was giving her pussy furrow. The older man could see the tip of her middle finger disappearing up into the moistly expanding opening to her cunt, and suddenly he didn't want to wait any longer.
Reaching down to the crotch of his trousers, he unzipped his fly with a harsh metallic rip, and he reached inside to free his quiveringly hard cock into the open air. With his left hand, he searched down beside him and released the catch so he could slide the front seat back.
With one hand on the wheel, the middle-aged man began slowly stroking his obscenely exposed cock, slipping the loose outer skin up and down over the bulbous head. The sight of the young girl's exposed pussy as she massaged it with her fingers was sending lewd sparks of excitement shooting into his loins, and he pressed his foot down on the accelerator harder than before. Donovan was taking the curves at breakneck speed, now, slipping and swerving on the pavement so recklessly that it sent chills of terror racing up and down Andrea's spine and once or twice brought a relieved gasp from Donovan's lips as he successfully maneuvered around a particularly treacherous curve.
Every chance he got, he flicked his eyes to the side to catch a glimpse of the moistly pink hair-lined cunt and her glistening middle finger slipping in and out. When he saw that the young girl was managing to arouse herself, despite her fear -- or maybe because of it -- the country club president took his hand away from his burgeoning penis and leaned back, stretching his right foot out to reach the gas pedal.
"Put your head down in my lap," he rasped in a hoarse voice, unable to wait any longer.
Andrea had watched what he was doing down beneath the steering wheel with his stiffly erect penis, surprising herself by watching him masturbate as though hypnotized by the huge fleshy rod glistening in his hand. For some reason, it excited her to watch this wealthy man performing such a lewd act before her very eyes.
Then when he ordered her to put her head in his lap, although she hesitated a moment, the young redhead suddenly began to relish being able to get a close look at one of the fleshy instruments that she had so recently learned to exploit for her own pleasure and the advancement of her athletic career.
Getting down on both knees on the floor of the car beside the president, Andrea leaned her face over until his throbbing shaft was only inches from her wide green eyes. Her fingers continued to massage at her wildly quivering clitoris while Donovan's right hand slipped up over her back and caressed her nakedly upthrust buttocks. His fingertips lewdly explored the widespread crevice between her firm round ass-cheeks until his middle finger found the tiny puckered opening of her anus. Teasingly, he circled the tight little rubbery ring, pressing softly inward and retreating again as her own hand continued to work furiously up between her legs.
Reminding herself that Donovan was now steering with his left hand while he played over her swaying buttocks with his right, Andrea glanced sideways to look at the speedometer -and gasped as he saw they were doing ninety miles an hour on the straight stretches and barely less for the sharp bends and twists on the mountain road! He would end up killing them both!
"Suck my prick, baby!" she heard the guttural command.
The young girl gasped and stared wide-eyed at the thickly expanded column of flesh so close to her face. How could she ever bring herself to even think about putting that lust-bloated cock into her mouth?
Noting her reluctance, Donovan grimly jammed his foot down on the accelerator so hard the tires squealed on the asphalt, and they catapulted forward at a tremendous speed. The sudden forward movement of the car pressed Andrea's red head tightly back against Donovan's chest while she grabbed desperately for something to hold onto to keep her balance.
"Suck it, I said!" the middle-aged man yelled at her. With his hand still playing around the girl's nakedly exposed buttocks sticking up behind her, the impatient president thrust his outstretched middle finger brutally up into the depths of the eighteen year old girl's small defenseless anus.
"Aaaggghhh!" the young girl groaned from the sudden painful intrusion. "Stop! It hurts! Ill do it.. .whatever you say ... I'll do it, but stop!"
"Now!" he insisted, pushing his probing finger up past the second knuckle in her squirming rectum.
"Ooohhh!" she gasped, feeling the speeding car slow back to a slightly less suicidal speed.
Andrea realized she would have to do it.. .to suck his long hard penis! She had no choice! If she didn't, he would surely kill them both with his reckless driving. She closed her eyes, determined to get it over with as quickly as possible. Gradually she lowered her face closer and closer to his eagerly awaiting penis until she felt the spongy tip brush against her tightly closed lips. A drop of seminal fluid had oozed from the glans at the end, and it clung stickily to her full sensual lips. Unconsciously, her tongue flicked out to lick off the unwanted liquid, but she nearly gagged as she became aware of what she was doing. But, better to be sick than dead, she thought.
With her right hand, she began stroking his hotly throbbing shaft, slipping the thick foreskin back and forth so tantalizingly that Donovan groaned with pleasure above her. Andrea had had a lot of practice at this with her boyfriend, Tony, and she knew how to use her hands on a rigid cock, but although Tony had tried to get her to suck him many times, she had never been able to bring herself to do it. It was an act that was only whispered about in the locker rooms at school, and she considered it too humiliating and debasing to even consider it.
The ache in the middle-aged man's cum-filled balls was becoming more intense by the minute, and his eyes narrowed with lust as he tried to keep his mind on the road ahead, veering and skidding around the worst turns. His obscenely buried finger caused her to jerk her buttocks again as he shoved it still farther inside and twisted it painfully up into her tightly clasping rectum. Impatiently, Donovan lifted his pelvis to bring his pulsing cock closer to the girl's hovering young mouth, and when she still didn't make any move to put her lips over it, he jerked his finger roughly back out of her plundered anus, bringing another little cry of pain from her throat. Then he clutched her long red hair in his fingers, and with tantalizing slowness, he forced her face lower and lower, until her resistance finally gave way and her wetly parted lips opened around his massive hardness, enclosing the burgeoning tip inside her soft warm mouth with an excitingly moist pressure.
"Aaahhh!" he breathed out his satisfaction, his mind reeling with excitement as he felt the moist softness of her tongue swirling experimentally over the throbbing tip of his lust-driven hard cock. Involuntarily, he began pumping his buttocks up, flexing them automatically, fucking into the young redhead's wetly sucking mouth.
Andrea knew that the only thing for her to do now was to force him to cum as soon as possible and get it over with. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and winced at the thought of his sticky hot semen spewing into her mouth while she went on laving his warmly pulsating cock. It seemed to her that she would choke on the massive, blood-engorged thickness spearing up into her mouth, bloating her cheeks out on the instroke and rubbing against the back of her throat. Hot pools of saliva mixed with his seeping seminal fluid under her tongue as she tried to keep from swallowing the lewd fluids. Her right hand milked hungrily on his cum-bloated balls still inside his trousers in an effort to force him quickly to the bursting point.
Then the seemingly impossible happened. Abruptly the red-headed girl herself actually began to enjoy sucking this older man's hotly throbbing cock!
Boyd Donovan's obscenely pumping organ slipped wetly in and out of her ovalled lips, sending fires of lust racing through Andrea's breasts and belly and down into her upturned slit. Gently she began undulating her buttocks up behind her, mewling soft low animal sounds around the thick lunging penis.
As her voracious sucking intensified, and her hand rhythmically kneaded his sperm-filled balls, Donovan felt the exploding point drawing near; he could not possibly hold out much longer. Great swirls of heat were building up deep inside his upthrusting loins as she sucked in fury on his heatedly tingling cock, aware that her very life depended on it.
Groaning with the maddening fires she was creating inside his balls, the middle-aged man stared ahead almost blindly at the road which was becoming more and more difficult to follow as he gave his attention over to what she was doing. Suddenly, he saw a huge green and white sign indicating an entrance to a nearby freeway, and with his left hand, he jerked the steering wheel and spun wildly onto the rampway. The startled young girl started to pull away from him, but he clamped his free hand tighter in her hair and held her head securely in position.
Finally the silver sports car straightened out on the open freeway, and Boyd Donovan put his foot to the floor. His hand was still clamped down holding the frightened girl down over his mouth-filling cock, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the speedometer climbing to a hundred. Unaware that they were no longer on the curving mountain road, the young girl began shuddering with terror as she redoubled her efforts on his pulsing penis.
Unnameable masochistic chills ran through her body as the needle reached and then passed one hundred miles an hour, steadily inching up toward one-ten. Mewls and hums of fervent pleading for him to cum were bubbling steadily out around his lunging cock as she slaved against time.
Suddenly, she heard him gasping above her as if he were about to pass out, followed by the staccato jerking of his rock-hard cock, and the first thick hot spurts of his semen gushed from the swollen tip of his cock, jetting lewdly into the moistly sucking cavern of her mouth.
"I'm cumming," he groaned. "Keep sucking... oh, God! Keep sucking!"
Andrea's cheeks expanded as if she were blowing up a balloon while the white-hot streams of semen continued spurting against the back of her throat in a steady rhythmic torrent. The girl went on hungrily sucking to the end, her Adam's apple bobbing crazily up and down as she struggled to swallow every obscene drop in order to keep from choking -- completely heedless now of the fact that the wildly weaving car was topping one hundred and twenty miles an hour. All she could think of was emptying his massively ejaculating shaft as he thrust it up into her mouth and throat as far as it was humanly possible to go, and she coughed and gagged on the scalding sperm puffing out her cheeks to overflowing.
Slowly, his orgasm faded away. His still-jerking penis began softening and deflating in her wetly heated mouth, and Boyd Donovan fought with the vibrating steering wheel to regain full control of his careening Ferrari. He had never felt anything like it in his life -- the combination of breakneck speed and cumming into this innocent young redhead's soft warm mouth had almost sent him over the edge of sanity. Another split second and they both would have been hurtling over the dividing strip between the north and south lanes of the freeway.
As Andrea finally removed her exhausted mouth from his wetly glistening penis, the middle-aged man felt his knees trembling in fatigue and adrenal shock. Sweat was shining on his forehead as he lit a cigarette with shaking fingers and sucked in the smoke. He was dimly aware of the redhead moving away from his lap as the car settled back to a fairly safe eighty-five, and when he glanced to the side again, he had the surprise of his life.
The innocent-looking young athlete had gotten herself so aroused that she was desperately trying to cram her fingers up inside her thoroughly moistened cunt to satisfy the unbearable desire she was now feeling. The older man grinned obscenely to himself and quickly unscrewed the penis-shaped knob from the gearshift.
"Let me see you do it with this, baby," he insisted.
With no hesitation, Andrea leaned back against the far door of the sports car and spread her loins open to his view. The penis-shaped plastic knob slipped into the ready wetness of her pinkly glistening cunt without the slightest resistance, and the redhead began to quickly fuck it in and out of the narrow expanding opening. She had been hanging on the edge of her orgasm, and almost immediately, her mouth hung slack as she tossed her head from side to side and moaned out her ecstatic release. Obscenely wet sucking noises filled the car as she rammed the substitute penis faster and faster up into her hungrily gyrating cunt, and then with a long sensual moan, she finished pushing her throbbing cunt down onto the hard plastic cock and held it there for a long time.
After a long moment of silence in the car, except for her heavy breathing beside him, Boyd Donovan glanced at her form lying lewdly spread out beside him, her head hanging limp over the back of the car seat.
"Yeah, baby," he chortled at her, "when I have to go, that's the way I want it to be -- cumming my head off. You're all right, kid."
The exhausted young redhead rolled her head to face him, and when he gave her a lewdly sensual, almost conspiratorial grin, she understood what he meant. Fucking was really what it was all about, she was thinking. That's what all these men have been trying to teach me!
This time Andrea smiled back, a lewd sensual grin stained at the corners with his semen and she licked her tongue around her lips to indicate that she meant it.
Chapter Six
Strange how things work out, Mike Barton thought as he mixed himself his third martini in a half an hour, relaxing at the bar of his luxurious upstairs den. Only a week ago today, little Andrea Wade first arrived at Mariposa Country Club. The little bitch fucked her way right up the chain of command. Once she got the picture, she was right in there swinging. She breaks down with her first match ... looking pretty as anything I've ever seen -- but with two left hands. Couldn't even hold up against a bunch of second-rate tennis players, he chuckled lewdly to himself.
Guess she's been spending so much time flat on her bach -- she's out of shape!
Not that you would notice, though, he corrected himself as he glanced across the room to where the pretty young redhead had just entered the door. She might not make it with a decent backhand, but she sure has the movement of a winner... in bed! he joked to himself.
Greeting her like a long lost daughter, Mike Barton pressed a drink on her and talked lightly about the events of the week. She seemed a little depressed ... and no wonder, thought the club manager. She had given up the most precious thing a woman can offer, a man, and all for nothing. She would have been better off staying home.
"I've been thinking, Andrea," he said in a serious tone. "Maybe you ought to consider just staying on here after the summer is over. We can always use a good female athlete -- and the life is sometimes exciting."
For a moment, Andrea looked even more confused. The young redhead had been lost in thought, trying to decide what she should do when her poor showing made the committee reluctant to even keep her on for the summer, and here Mike Barton was offering her a permanent job.
"I think I'd like that," she replied in a pleased tone. She had gone over the happenings of the last week a thousand times in her head, and she had resigned herself to the facts of her existence. The firsthand knowledge of the secret sensual side of herself had given her a new sense of power and security. The pressure to be the best in her chosen field was no longer as strong as it had been when her field was tennis, but she felt much more secure now that she had established for herself that she was infinitely attractive to men.
And she owed it all to Mike Barton and his son, Gary. The young redhead smiled to herself. She knew why she was here with them tonight, and strangely enough, she wasn't minding at all. In fact, she thought the idea of making love to both of them together was kind of exciting, and it made her tingle with forbidden lust.
Before she let the younger man do anything, though, she was going to make him pay for his uncaring brutality that first night only a week ago. And after her little talk with Mike Barton earlier in the evening, she knew just how she would do it. All that was necessary was fo pretend that she was more excited and pleased by the father, since they had the same kind of contest in mind, with her as both the judge and the prize. She giggled to herself as she thought of how nice it would be to make young Gary Barton feel inadequate in his lovemaking.
At that moment, the phone rang, and young Gary reached over and picked it up, mumbling, "I'll get it." He listened quietly for a minute, and then he glanced musingly at Andrea, saying, "Okay. I'll be right out."
He put the phone down and called his father to his side, where he whispered, "You'll never guess who's turned up. Tony Emerson."
"Who?" the older man whispered back, mystified.
"It's Andrea's high school boyfriend. The poor slob hitchhiked all the way from Flagstaff to see his girl and apply for a job here. He's wearing a college sweater - the whole varsity bit -- they tell me." His voice was mocking.
Immediately sensing new possibilities, the older Barton glanced surreptitiously at Andrea, who was too absorbed with her recent good luck at being offered a job to notice what was going on. Then Mike Barton whispered more quietly, "Give me thirty to forty-five minutes alone with her . .. then pop in. Okay?"
"Right! You get the little bitch all ready . .. but wait for me. I know you, Dad. You'll have her all worn out before I even get a chance."
"I'll wait," the older man lied to his son. He was beginning to warm up to the situation. "You come in first when you get back, and let him barge in later when he hears all the commotion."
Gary chuckled maliciously. "Got it!"
The young blond-haired man excused him and left, and Mike glanced at the redhead, but he realized she hadn't been paying the slightest attention to what they had been up to. She was busy searching through a shelf of cassettes.
"Choose one you like, Andrea," he told her, switching on the sound system.
As he pushed in the cassette, he adjusted the volume so that anyone coming into the room could not be heard over the music. "Listen, Andrea, Gary won't be back for quite awhile, so lets have another drink and relax a bit."
"Fine with me," the young redhead said, smiling demurely. Andrea sensed a further chance to get back at the cocky young manager's son for his brutality. If he came in and found her already in bed with his father, he would really suffer a blow to his teenage ego. The conceited little bastard thinks he's irresistible, and he needs to be knocked down a peg or two, she thought.
After the exciting young redhead and her boss had finished two more martinis, Andrea started moving lewdly to the beat of the music, doing a teasing sort of dance around the room for the benefit of her middle-age employer.
"I want to fuck you before Gary gets back," the older man told her in a husky voice, and without waiting another moment, he unbuckled his pants and undressed, staring greedily down at her as she willingly stripped off her brassiere and panties. Enjoying her new role as an experienced seductress, made even more exciting by the strong martinis she had just drunk, she felt as though she were floating on a cloud of eatthers, rolling and twisting provocatively on the huge king-sized bed.
As he watched, Mike Barton's long thick penis stood out from his muscular belly like a quivering rod of flesh. Damn, he thought as he absent-mindedly stroked his hardened cock, she's really changed from the innocent little virgin of a week ago. He waited until she had rolled onto her stomach once again, her firmly rounded buttocks jutting up into the air behind her in lewd invitation, and then he threw his weight on top of her.
Surprised and almost knocked out of breath, the young redhead squirmed under him, her flattened breasts rubbing down into the bedspread. Up behind her rapidly clenching buttocks, she could feel the thick length of her boss's pulsating cock lying in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks. The young girl began to giggle uncontrollably from the effects of her martinis as his hands played maddeningly with her breasts. She could feel his hot moist lips passing over the naked skin of her back and shoulders, and then finally his mouth found her ear, and he thrust his tongue wetly into the tiny shell-like opening.
Goosebumps of desire flitted over Andrea's smooth white skin from the hot moistness inside her sensitive ear, and she wriggled her tautly fleshed buttocks up against his blood-swollen cock.
"Up on your knees, baby," he growled with his lips touching her neck. "I want to fuck you dog-fashion."
Feeling tractable as a tame animal, Andrea followed the tugging of his hands at her hips and raised up on her knees, her face turned to the side on the bedspread, her tender-skinned ass-cheeks thrust up toward the older man kneeling behind her on the huge bed. Humming low noises in her throat like a purring cat, she reached back with both hands between her outspread thighs to place her fingertips lightly on either side of her curl-lined cuntal slit and slowly stretched the pink edges to the sides.
Up behind her, Mike Barton saw her moistly glistening young pussy opening up to his lustful gaze, and grabbing his heavily-veined cock in his right hand, he pressed it forward into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks. Thin drops of clear seminal fluid seeped out warmly from the tip to lubricate the flesh of her tiny pulsating opening, and Andrea inadvertently jerked and moaned with eager passion as she felt his heated shaft come into contact with her ankedly exposed pussy.
Straining her neck downward, she peered back beneath her voluptuously dangling breasts at this thickly swollen cock set into place up between her thighs. The obscene view of his fleshy blue-veined shaft and heavy balls hanging beneath sent wild electric shocks jangling through her narrow cuntal slit, and she pressed back passionately into closer contact with the spongy head of his hotly pulsing cock.
Mike Barton grasped her smoothly rounded hips in his rough hands to hold her in position in front of him, and he pushed forward slightly up into her tight elastic little vagina, gritting his teeth from the agonizing pressure around his lust-swollen hardness.
Sending a low-pitched groan up from her throat at his first short pressuring thrust, the young redhead felt his rock-hard penis begin a slow prodding movement against the slightly open lips of her cunt, parting them and forcing its way inside the tightly restricting little ring at the moist entrance of her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in his loins as though the tender flesh would tear asunder, and then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and the manager's long thick cock slipped up into her hotly throbbing pussy like a blunted ramrod..
"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned softly through clenched teeth as she waited for her as yet unstretched cunt to accustom itself to the introding thickness. His massive penis penetrating her felt like a thick drill tunneling deep up into her defenseless belly through the involuntarily contracting inner walls. She spread her knees a little more on the bed to ease the pain a little more on the bed to ease the pain a little and swung her buttocks from side to side to ease her tightly clasping pussy back around his rock-hard shaft.
Relentlessly, Mike Barton thrust forward, skewering her to the hilt until she was impaled on his pulsating cock like an insect run through by a pin. He watched the young girl's lips opening and closing in sensual torment from the outward pressure in her hotly quivering cunt. The older man slipped his deeply embedded penis back out a fraction of an inch, and then he grunted as he shoved it forward again into her pussy as far as it would go. She felt its rubbery tip smash up against her cervix, and at the same time his heavily bloated testicles slapped hard against the softness of her inner thighs.
His eyes open wide, Mike Barton gazed down at his desire-thickened member disappearing up inside Andrea's tightly accepting vagina, and he groaned softly in obscene delight at the hot cuntal moistness clasping around his pulsating cock.
"Good baby," he gasped down at her. "Nice and slow, now, that's it... that's the way to fuck."
Panting with greedy desire up behind her, he began rhythmically to rock back and forth in the soft wet confines of her slowly expanding vagina. Gradually the narrow fleshy walls of her cunt seeped out warm slippery fluids to ease the friction, and Andrea began to feel a greedy masochistic need rippling throughout her plundered loins, making her cry out for more. Slowly, the submissively kneeling teenager began to undulate her naked buttocks in ever widening circles back against his heavily pumping pelvis.
"Oh, God! This is good!" she panted back at him in a quavering voice, surprised at the thick husky sound of her own voice.
Now the older man was settling into a steadier rhythm, kneeling up behind her bent-over body, gritting his teeth as he fucked in and out with long, leisurely strokes.
"Jesus, what a great pussy you've got," he told her, closing his eyes for a moment to concentrate only on the maddening sensations running hotly through his throbbing cock. In response to his words, her cunt clamped down wetly around his fucking cock, and the young redhead ground her quivering white buttocks tightly into his pelvis in wanton appreciation.
Now let Gary come on in, Mike. Barton thought smugly. I'll give him a demonstration of how to turn a woman into a good whore. In one easy lesson: Fuck her good!
Over the sounds of the music in the next room, the older man thought he could hear the small metallic click of the den door opening. A feeling of absolute power surged through his body, and he dug his fingers harshly into the resilient flesh of her hips as he thrust repeatedly up between her legs. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her cunt flowering wetly around his pistoning cock, her hot liquid passion flooding slipperily in the tight narrow passage.
In the other room, Gary Barton cursed silently and put his finger to his lips in a signal for Andrea's unsuspecting boyfriend to keep quiet. Gary wanted Tony Emerson's arrival to be a surprise ... and what a surprise!
"They must be in the other room. You wait here while I take a look," Gary whispered conspiratorily, his eyes squinting angrily as he realized that his father had undoubted already started fucking the little redhead. The old bastard, he swore to himself as he left Tony and walked toward the bedroom. Can't trust him for a minute... not where pussy is concerned. He promised to wait.
The lewd sounds of passion coming from inside the bedroom were like the noises of primitive beasts in heat. Gary pushed the door open wider and quickly slipped inside before Tony even noticed the sounds. With his back to the half-closed door, Mike Barton's son stared goggle-eyed at the scintillating scene taking place on the king-sized bed. The hot little bitch was up on her knees dog-fashion before his father, who was fucking into her cunt from behind, her ripely dangling breasts swinging from side to side as she see-sawed excitedly back and forth on Mike Barton's lust-laden cock.
Anxious to join in the fun, Gary quickly tore off his clothes and crawled up on the far side of the bed. He placed the flat of his hand on Andrea's flushed cheeks to hold her in place as she opened her eyes long enough to see his fully erect young penis only inches away from her lips. Drops of moisture seeped from the bloated tip, inviting Andrea's tongue to lick them away. Like a hungry child with a lollipop, the little redhead eagerly sucked the tip of his throbbing cock in between her wetly ovalled lips.
"She's doing all right, huh, Gary-boy?" the older man grunted up behind her. "Think you could get her going like this?" Mike Barton chuckled obscenely at the consternation on his son's face.
The little bitch is really turned on, Gary, Barton thought. He suddenly wanted her to feel humiliated and ashamed for the way she was responding to the lewd fucking from his father.
"Okay, you hot little whore, let's show the old man what we can do. Give me a good suck, and I'll choke you with a load of cum!"
Without further warning, he shoved the throbbing mass of his hard penis deep into the hot moistness of her mouth. All the way down to the back of her throat it went, pressing her tongue gaggingly against the floor of her mouth. The sensational heat of her oral cavern around his cock sent wild flames of perverted lust searing down into his balls dangling softly against her chin. All thoughts of his father and of humiliating the girl fled like a flock of birds going south, the only thing left of interest to him being his palpitating cock sunk deep in her warm wet mouth.
"Now, baby," he groaned down at her cock-filled face, "use your tongue and suck hard." Immediately, he set up a steady fucking rhythm stroking in and out of her tightly compressed lips, her cheeks bloated grotesquely on the instroke, and deeply hollowed around him on the outstroke. Her delicate nostrils flared above his glistening shaft with the strong male aroma of his loins as she struggled to breathe through her nose.
The lewd mental picture entered Andrea's mind of her naked body between father and son like a side of beef on a spit, and the image excited her more and more, the fiery feeling in her belly raging wildly out of control. She began to rotate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing up into her greedy pussy, from behind. She began to nibble at the warmly pulsating cock buried between her ovaled lips, and she coughed and spluttered under the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She wanted to milk both penises dry, to feel them fill her belly with hot sticky fluids and feel the cream-like cum pouring down her throat and into her cunt. She sucked greedily at the hotly throbbing penis in her mouth, swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the blood-filled head, probing into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted it to erupt in her mouth and to meet the hot spurts that came into her from her tingling pussy.
Outside the half-closed door, Tony Emerson was waiting impatiently for the manager's son, Gary, to call him. Although he had ostensibly come all the way from Flagstaff to apply for a summer job, it was no accident that he had come to the same club that Andrea was working in. He had decided after less than a week and two miserable dates with other girls that he only wanted to be with her. He would have to persuade her that they were well matched and that they should continue going steady.
As a song on the cassette ended, the room fell silent for a moment, and Tony waited for what seemed a long time. Then he heard strange noises coming through the doorway to the other room. It sounded like ... it was almost certainly Andrea's voice... but she was moaning and . .. well, it couldn't be, of course, but it sure as hell sounded like she was .. . was asking to be fucked!
With a sudden outburst of rage, the college boy hurried to the open doorway and peered into the bedroom. The young athlete couldn't believe his eyes! It was Andrea all right, and she was kneeling nakedly on the bed while an older man fucked into her obscenely swiveling cunt from behind, and the younger man, Gary, the kid who had brought him here, had plunged his hardened cock into the young redhead's mouth!
The double-crossing little bitch! Tony swore to himself, his dark eyes blazing with fury. He had tried for a year to persuade his girlfriend to let him fuck her straight, and after just one week away from him, here she was acting like a cheap prostitute with not one - but two men -- and one of them old enough to be her own father!
While the young redhead's boyfriend watched in utter disbelief from the doorway, Mike Barton suddenly felt an irresistible desire to fuck into the tiny puckered anus nestled up between her openly spread buttocks. He slipped his right hand down around the juncture of her thigh and hip, extending his middle finger down into the wetly flowing juices seeping out around the pink curl-trimmed flanges of her cunt. Moistening its tip throughly before sliding it up again to the tiny puckered anal mouth clenching and unclenching under his lust-filled gaze. Once lubricated by her cuntal fluids, his finger paused momentarily to tease lightly at her fleshy nether entrance and then, without further warning, Mike Barton shoved it forward, abruptly sinking it in up to his second knuckle.
"Aaagggghhh!" the protesting redhead grunted in front of him, her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled in vain to escape his brutally impaling finger. But the manager's son in front of her held her head firmly in place with the palm of his hand while his father used his left hand to pull her back tighter against his cunt-plumbing cock and his lewldy buried middle finger. Mike Barton swirled his finger around inside the hot buttery passage of her rectum, working to expand and enlarge it for the greater thickness to come.
Slowly, the searing pain Andrea felt in her plundered anus subsided as the narrow passage grew accustomed to the presence of his skewering finger, and gradually she began to rock back to meet his inward thrusts, matching his steady rhythm stroke for stroke.
Once again, the redhead's wetly clingling lips began sucking heartily at Gary's thickly expanded cock slipping in and out of her mouth. Now she wanted more than ever to devour the velvety thickness ramming into the back of her throat. She had never felt such maddening sensations as were now coursing wildly through every nerve ending in her body.
Andrea's boyfriend, Tony, could hardly believe his eyes when suddenly the man behind her on the bed pulled his finger out of her now expanded rectum with a soft popping sound, and in one swift movement, he switched his glistening cock from one opening to the other. On the outstroke, Mike Barton's pistoning penis had been in her gyrating cunt, and then, on the next instroke, it was ramming its way brutally up into the narrow confines of her virginal anus. His fingers tightened up on her naked shoulders now to hold her fastened to him, relentlessly battering into her narrow anal crevice, rushing up the tight nether passage until his stomach was pressed flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
"Oooooouuuuccchhhh!" the helplessly impaled young redhead screamed in protest around the heavily pounding cock in her mouth. She had never felt such a mixture of searing pain and mouth-filling pleasure in her life. The lust-rigid rod of flesh felt like it was splitting her tight little anus, tearing her unprotected rectum into thousands of pieces. She thrashed and bucked before his onslaught, her eyes bulging open in horrified fascination. She could see her tormentor's son's thickly-veined shaft protruding from the tangle of blond pubic hair in front of her face, endlessly fucking into her mouth. It was too much; she felt as though she were going out of her mind. Glued to Mike Barton's loins as if her anus were, a tight rubber glove fitting around his punishing cock, she could feel his throbbing hardness deep up inside her belly like a heartbeat, each lewd pulse shoving her rectal walls a little farther outward from its massive size. Finally, she could breathe again, her body almost limp like a rag doll, and she felt her employer's cock slowly begin to stroke in and out, short and shallow at first, then gradually lengthening until the expanded glans at the end were moving from just inside her painfully stretched anus until the entire blood-engorged shaft was buried to the hilt.
His mind reeling in confusion from the; lewd spectacle before him, Tony Emerson could not ignore the hot flames of lust spreading through his genitals, and his long hardening cock quivered and then jerked up to full erection inside his pants. How he'd like to be the one screwing the cheating little slut in the asshole, he thought.
Then he watched the impossible happen. With a low snarling sound, like a cat in heat, the captivating young redhead began to rock gently along with the man kneeling up behind her wide-splayed thighs, meeting his inward strokes with her back-thrusting buttocks, grinding the white half-moons into his stomach lasciviously to get as much of the lust-inflaming cock as she could up inside her anal passage. The shameless young girl was enjoying it! And her mouth sucked even more avidly at the wetly glistening penis slipping in between her lips.
Behind her on the bed, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure, Mike Barton gritted his teeth from the tightness of her narrow rectum, releasing a guttural laugh at the way he had conquered her will so completely that there could be no question who was master. His sodomizing strokes pounded faster and harder against her eagerly upturned buttocks as she strained back to meet him, her deep mewling chant spurring him on.
Gaping down at her ovalled lips ravenously sucking at his cock, the younger Barton suddenly jerked convulsively and buried his fleshy shaft in Andrea's moist warm mouth to the hilt. It felt as though a volcano were erupting in his balls sending white-hot lava shooting up through his bursting cock to flood deep into her throat.
Andrea's cheeks inflated obscenely with the endless spurts of cum while her Adam's apple bobbed up and down with her desperate efforts to swallow the gushing jets. Her lips clung frantically to the wildly jerking shaft until finally it was over, and little by little the flow dwindled, and the young man's cock slowly deflated in her still-sucking mouth and slipped wetly out from her clasping lips. Thin sticky trails of white semen wove a lewd web from the depleted penis to her cum-smeared mouth.
"Jesus!" Tony gasped out loud at the lurid sight. His thickening rod of flesh jerked wildly in his trousers as he watched his once-innocent young girlfriend raise her head from the bed to lick the last drop of obscene cum from the tip of the blond-haired boy's now limp penis.
At the sound of his voice, both Mike Barton and Gary turned to smile triumphantly at him.
"Come on, champ. There's enough for everybody," the older man encouraged him. The club manager locked both his arms around Andrea's narrow waist, pinning her writhing buttocks tightly against his pelvis. Then, with a sudden rolling motion, he turned over onto his back with the helpless young redhead still impaled on his lust-thickened cock sunk deep into her anus. Now Andrea's openly dilated cunt was nakedly exposed to Tony's view, her feet wide-flung to the sides as she struggled in pain to take the weight of her body off her cruelly stretched anus.
The muscles of her flat white belly were strained to the breaking point from the terrible pressure until she finally managed to plant her feet high up on the older man's outstretched thighs, her knees bent up and out to the side. Immediately, she started pressuring her naked buttocks up and down again, using Mike Barton's sinewy thighs as a pushing point for her motions.
"There you go, champ." the manager grunted thickly, "come on, what are you waiting for?"
It finally dawned on the young girl that someone else was in the room. She lifted her head and looked down the cream-white valley between her bouncing breasts.
"Oh, God! No!" she gasped. My God! It's Tony!
With horrified eyes, she watched as her former boyfriend grinned hatefully at her and slowly unbuckled his belt, while staring viciously into her wide green eyes. To the dazed young redhead, it seemed centuries instead of days since she had been a reluctant virgin with the handsome young athlete now undressing in front of her eyes. She knew that he couldn't possibly understand anything about why and how she had come to be in this situation. To him, she must look like nothing more than a cheap whore . .. and after all the times she had refused Tony's pleadings! Tears of shame and regret began to well up in her eyes, and then through her blurred vision, she saw Tony climbing up over the foot of the king-sized bed toward the vulnerable vee of her loins. She could see the cock she knew so well, rigidly erect and bobbing with lust as he positioned himself to take the slightly worn prize he had wanted so much for so long.
"Come on! Your girl is a fantastic fuck!" Gary Barton goaded him on, a tiny grim smile of sadistic delight twisting his handsome mouth out of shape.
Ignoring the mocking tones in the blond-haired youth's voice, and unable to resist the pinkly inviting moistness so nakedly exposed before his greedy eyes, Tony threw himself on top of the churning mass of feminine flesh. He crawled up over Andrea's wildly thrashing body and held his throbbing cock into position between her upraised thighs, lodging the swollen head in the wetly palpitating mouth of his red-haired girlfriend's pussy. Below his own penis set firmly in the tight pink cuntal mouth, Tony could see Mike Barton's rock-hard shaft ceaselessly fucking in and out of her wide-split anus.
Then the young athlete balanced himself with both hands to spread out on either side of the two bodies beneath him, and with a sudden forward lunge of his aching pelvis, he drove his wildly throbbing cock brutally up into the expanding warmth of her open cunt. There was no resistance left inside the moist inner walls, and his long thick shaft of male flesh raced headlong up into the very depths of her soft white belly until he felt his spongy cockhead ram against the cushiony tip of her cervix.
Andrea groaned in combined humiliation and satisfaction at the renewed fleshy presence filling her hungry vagina, and she snaked her long tapering legs up around her boyfriend's waist. She had never been so utterly filled in all her life, and she wished suddenly that she could go on forever like this, feeling the two rampaging cocks rubbing against each other deep inside through her thin wall of flesh separating the entrances into her helplessly impaled body.
Her left arm curled around Tony's neck as though he were a long-lost lover, and she held onto him for dear life, at the same time pressing her other hand down beneath her quivering buttocks until she could feel both hard, wetly slipping cocks thrusting into her loins. With her fingers she fondled at the testicles of both of the men as though beckoning their lewd cum up from the sanctuary of their dangling balls, not knowing whose she was touching .. . and not caring.
Once again, young Gary Barton had an erection jutting out from his youthful loins just from watching the obscene trio on the bed. He began slipping his hand in a slow and steady rhythm up and down over his swelling cock-shaft. He knelt so that his face was only inches from the two thick cocks thrusting again and again into Andrea's rectum and vagina. He could see the pink ridges of flesh sucking out after his father's thick-veined penis on the outstroke as though her tight little anus wouldn't let him go, and above, the fiery crimson curls of her pubic hair were clasping wetly around Tony Emerson's hard shaft of flesh as he fucked into her.
The young redhead shuddered in ecstasy and crazily bucked her body up and down between her ex-boyfriend and her employer, her mind torn between the hot desire scorching her throbbing vagina and the guilty twinge of shame and humiliation that cut through her like a knife. The tears streaking her flushed cheeks were now tears of mingled joy and debasement, flowing down into the corners of her wide-open mouth.
The young girl had been so close to her own orgasm before, and now Tony's thickly expanding cock finished it for her, pounding with vicious fury into her defenseless cunt.
"I... I'm cummmmmming!" she moaned, the tendons in her neck standing out like steel cables, her passion-glazed eyes staring up sightlessly at the ceiling. "Fuck me! Fuck harder . .. harder!" she cried out pleadingly.
Her voice changed pitch then, rising to a sensual moan that went on and on, broken rhythmically by the breath-taking- lunges they were still making into her body. Her hand milked the cum-laden balls below, her own orgasmic secretions flooding wetly out around Tony's hard-driving cock to mingle on her buttocks with their combined perspiration.
Spurred on by his girlfriend's twisting and thrashing underneath him, Tony shoved his throbbing cock deeply into the spasming cunt he had wanted to fuck for so long, screwing into her pussy with months of built-up frustration. And then he felt the hot waves of his sperm spurting up from his balls, jetting deep up into her clasping cuntal depths, a mind-rattling ejacualtion that went on and on inside her cum-filled belly. The young athlete groaned as though his very life were being drained from his body, and he held his wildly jerking cock sunk all the way up into her semen-soaked pussy, relishing the rotating of her hungry passage around his madly pulsing thickness. From Mike Barton's bucking below, Tony was tossed and bounced on Andrea's limply satiated body, the softness of her quivering breasts against' his chest increasing his pleasure a thousandfold.
No longer feeling the need to hold back, Mike Barton now quickened his upward thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was pumping into her tightly clasping anus like a bull running wild. He growled deeply in his throat as he felt the steaming hot cum boiling up out of his aching balls, his hands slipping up around her ribs to grasp at her swollen breasts, jerking her naked young body down onto him as he spewed his hot load of sperm into her crazily contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked like the firing of a machine gun, the hot viscous cum spurting out endlessly to fill her belly to the bursting point.
At long last, the older man gave one last body-shaking lunge- and held the lewdly squirming teenager tight on his still rhythmically jerking cock. Then Mike Barton managed to move out from under the two bodies weighing heavily above him, and his deflating penis slipped noisily out of Andrea's forever expanded anal passage with thin streams of thick white semen leaking lewdly, out after it, and he released his breath in a long sigh as if he had been holding it in for a long time.
The scene had been too much for young Gary Barton, who now frantically jerked the outer skin of his penis up and down and then shot a thick jet of semen out onto Andrea's seemingly unconscious face. The sticky white cum flowed into her crimson hair at the temples and then seeped down over her flushed pink cheeks and touched the side of her delicate nose.
The four of them lay there in a tangled heap of exhaustion for long silent moments, breathing heavily from the strenuous efforts they had been making.
At length, Mike Barton opened his eyes and caught those of Andrea Wade's boyfriend, and with a lewd winking girn, he said, "Looks like you've joined the club, too. The older women are going to love you."
