The Earth was clothed in winter silence, the silver birch trees completely iced over and shimmering in the moonlight, the little houses and farms dotted here and there in the valley were like picture postcards and the pine trees, swept low with snow, were still proud and majestic in their winter garments. Wintertime in New Hampshire brought to it a whole feeling of another era, the landscape so quiet and undisturbed. Undisturbed, except for the faint voices of a young couple skating at the far end of the lake. The night air was very still and their voices carried over the frozen silence of the lake.
If you could have been a bird flying over the treetops you would have heard the soft but urgent voice of the young man. You would have noticed the youth anxiously pulling at the girl's hand, she in response reluctantly following him off the lake. Ah ... a few innocent kisses hidden by the night and the tall trees.
In actual fact this was far from the truth, the scene was not at all as innocent and romantic as it appeared.
Maggie Reynolds and Chuck Bradley were in fact in the middle of an argument, one that had been going on all morning long, late into the afternoon and evening. Their voices were quite hoarse from quarrelling and they were both exhausted but nonetheless they were both about to lose their tempers. The muscular young man had pretty much run out of patience, he had been going steady with Maggie for over a year now and was tired of waiting. He knew what he wanted, he wanted to fuck Maggie Reynolds and he wanted to fuck her right now. He was sick to death of heavy petting sessions that almost drove him out of his mind, tonight they'd go all the way or his name wasn't Chuck Bradley...
"Oh cumm'on honey, why do you have to go running off to California to work? You could get a job at the Grand Lake Chalet, you know you could! We could spend the winter together and the pay would be good."
As he was speaking Chuck began to unlace his skates and motioned for Maggie to do-likewise. Chuck had a definite plan in his mind, he knew that there was a little ski hut about a hundred yards into the forest. Tonight they'd go in there, yes sir! ... tonight he wouldn't take no for an answer. Chuck swept his eyes over Maggie, she certainly was gorgeous, innocence verging on the brink of womanhood. Her breasts stood out firmly against her tight sweater, revealing her taut little nipples. As she stood up, he reveled in her tantalizing firm round buttocks pressing against her tight pants. It was almost as if he had x-ray vision and he could see clean through her clothes to the soft virginal flesh beneath them. His loins ached with longing and he knew that his control was almost at an end. Holy Moses! How could a guy resist such a gorgeous chick. It was asking too much.
"Oh Chuck, do we have to keep going over this," the exhausted red-head exclaimed. "I've already told you a hundred times, this is the chance of a lifetime."As she spoke she turned to Chuck, brushing him lightly with the tip of her breast causing the liquid fires within him to burst into flame. Desire flooded his body and he felt his cock begin to pulsate in urgent demands. I want to fuck her ... I want to fuck her ... I want ...
"The Squaw Valley Ski Club sponsors somebody every year in the competitions leading to the Olympic eligibility tests," she said pensively. "I want so much to ski in the Olympics, don't you see Chuck this is a terrific opportunity for me. I can't help it ... I want to go to the Olympics, you know that. It's all I've dreamed of for years, how can you deny me this chance to fulfill my dreams?"
Maggie knew that Chuck as really put out by her plans to go to California for the winter, he wanted her to stay here in New Hampshire and be with him. Well ... too bad, she thought. I'm not going to get stuck in this dump all my life, it may very well be beautiful but it's not going to get me anywhere and I really want to go places in my life ... be somebody ... get something out of life. Maggie took a quick scan of her body and was pleased at what she saw. She was gorgeous and she knew it, enough men had looked at her with lust in their eyes and in their cocks. She enjoyed seeing the slight bulge in their pants pulsating with desire for her. She had known for a long time how to get her way, how to hold her body so that her tits seem to jump right out of her clothing and say, touch me ... touch me. Oh yes, Maggie Reynolds was what was commonly known as a cock-tease and she was very good at it.
In school she had driven all the boys wild, especially when she had been a cheerleader. Her specialty was to throw herself into the air and split her legs far apart, so far apart that her pussy almost seemed to pop right out of her tight little panties. Her breasts swung seductively in her tight sweater and her mouth in full abandonment, seeming to tantalize the male fans into thinking that her tongue was just about to snake its way down into their throats, firing thoughts of rape into their young minds. She had learned the art of walking with just enough sway to undulate her buttocks in a rhythm that sang ... fuck me ... fuck me ... feel my soft white body ... ah ... the young boys and men in the stands certainly cheered their guts out when she did her tricks. It made her feel good to know that not one of them went home with dry pants. When she looked at them she could almost taste their cum ... and with this in mind she kicked her legs even higher into the air until they could almost see the baby-soft skin of her upper thighs. Yes, Maggie Reynolds had a lot going for her.
The highly talented girl in her senior year was the highest scoring athlete, male or female, and naturally the most sought after. It was in skiing that she excelled however, the grace of her form on the slopes convinced everyone that with work, Maggie Reynolds would make the Olympics. She had star quality. There was a way she had learned to ski on the slopes that almost made her look like a serpent, she almost seemed to coil and slither. Her highly seductive style had won her great favor with the male judges, fortunately for her there seemed to be more men than women on the judging committees over the past few years and she had won every competition in New Hampshire. She was definitely their Olympic hope.
Maggie Reynolds had been going steady with Chuck Bradley since she was sixteen. She trusted Chuck and so she had allowed him to do some heavy petting with her, everything but actually doing it. Sometimes the longings in her cunt drove her wild and she had almost succumbed a couple of times, but had caught herself just in time. Maggie looked now at Chuck and saw that he was getting a hard-on from just looking at her and unconsciously she wriggled her buttocks, taking a good look this time at the crotch of his pants. Yes ... he certainly was getting a hard on, she could see the bulge in his pants throbbing in anticipation of release.
"Cummon, Maggie," said Chuck suddenly, "lets go to the little hut along this path here, I'm getting cold and so are you. We can light a little fire in there and really sit down and talk about us and what we're going to do." With this Chuck pulled Maggie to her feet and started on down the path.
After a few windings in the path they came to the little ski hut. Chuck knew where the key was so they quickly unlocked the door and went inside. It was so comfortable inside, a little bed, a couple of chairs and a nice big stone fireplace. Chuck had been a boy-scout and he soon had a nice blaze going in the fireplace. He pulled Maggie down beside him on the rug and held her tightly.
"Now, Maggie what does all this mean. I still don't understand why you won't stay here in New Hampshire with me." Chuck casually put his hand on Maggie's thigh and felt a sudden tingle run up his arm and into his body. Oh he was on fire tonight, I'm just like this fire in the grate he thought. "You've made it this far Maggie without having to play up to anyone else, why now."As he said this Chuck began to bring his hand up the girl's thigh, he tugged at the zipper of her pants revealing her cute little nylon panties with "I love you" written across the front and he could almost see the mound of her gorgeous red pussy, the sweet little pussy she sometimes let him caress, the pussy he was now so hot to fuck he could have died. It wasn't fair for someone as sexy as Maggie to be so determined to stay a virgin until her wedding night. They had talked about it until he was blue in the face, well forget it tonight they weren't going to talk about it, this was his last chance and he wasn't going to blow it. Tonight he'd seduce this sexy bitch, tonight he just had to fuck her.
Chuck knew from their year of petting that Maggie would let him do a lot of things. Christ! A couple of times she'd gotten so carried away, she'd almost lost control. Now tonight if only he could push her just a little bit beyond ... Oh God! he could hardly wait, he felt his cock jumping in his pants.
"The Squaw Valley Ski Club is the perfect place for me to get backers," Maggie said convincingly. She really did feel a little sorry for poor Chuck, after all she understood how much he needed her and she'd be thousands of miles away in California. "Don't worry Chuck, I'll only be gone for the winter, I'll be back in late springtime." Maggie's words didn't seem to convince Chuck, his face was still a picture of glumness. Maggie reflected on the fact that actually it was not her intention to come back to New
Hampshire at all, she really hoped she could get a scholarship to a good college and if that didn't work then the professional ski circuit.
Chuck somehow knew that Maggie wasn't being honest with him. It had been that way for a while, he sensed that in some ways she was stringing him along. When they first met she'd seemed to be fiercely independent, something had changed, now she seemed to be always talking about financial backing and coaches, the whole professional bit. Ambitious, that was it, she was really ambitious. Well ambitious or not, I'm going to fuck this cock-teasing bitch tonight thought Chuck, it's tonight or never. I must keep trying, yes sir! I'll keep trying...
The pretty red-headed girl felt trapped. She wanted to leave but at the same time she was really crazy about her handsome, muscular young man. She also knew that if she didn't calm him down they were going to get into a big quarrel tonight and she didn't want that. Maggie knew that the best way to relieve Chuck's depression was to pet with him, she'd really get him hot tonight, that would cheer him up.
Maggie turned and looked long and hard at Chuck, it was a look that he knew. I want to feel your body next to mine, her eyes said. I want to feel your long finger snaking its way deep up inside my legs setting me on fire, her mouth said. I want to feel you soft warm mouth on my nipples sucking them into hardness, her whole body said. By this time Chuck's eyes were swimming and he could hardly see he was so overwhelmed by the rush of sudden desire for Maggie, he hardly heard her words he just felt the fire bursting through his young body.
"So don't fret Chuck, I'll only be gone a few months, it's not forever-I'll be faithful to you, I promise." Maggie proceeded to take off her pants and as she stood there in her darling little panties she thought of all the possibilities that might happen in California. Her head began to swim with fantasy and she almost got carried away but then ... she didn't want to lose Chuck, he was such a darling and all the other girls wanted him. She knew that there would be plenty of girls eager, ready and willing to take her place. No ... she wanted to hold on to Chuck...
Chuck held her closely with his left arm while his right hand started to travel slowly up her white, soft skin, up inside her inner thigh now his hand stayed and gently stroked her. Maggie felt secure and safe in his arms, they had done this many times before. She opened her mouth to receive the soft snaky tongue as deeply inside her as possible and with a low moan they both sunk onto the rug ... this was a signal to Chuck that the heavy petting could begin.
They lay together in the flickering firelight and as their tongues danced together in snaky silence, Chucks finger slipped farther up the softness of his young girlfriend's inner thigh, his extended middle finger finding the moist warmth dampening the narrow crotch band of her nylon panties. Maggie's body began to arch in excited ripples causing Chuck to think that he might possibly really get what he wanted for so long. He stroked his finger lightly back and forth in the narrow valley of her pussy through the nylon, feeling the rising bud of her clitoris already quivering into life. The pretty young redhead was now writhing under his touch, her full ripe breasts pressing warmly into his chest as he continued kissing her. He rolled his weight slightly farther over hers, grasping with his free hand at the resilient mound of her right breast, bringing a groan from deep in her gasping throat.
So far the handsome young couple were doing pretty much what they had always done together. Chuck knew from past experience that Maggie would let him do anything he wanted with her body so long as he didn't actually try to put his long hardened penis inside her virginal cunt. Tonight, however, he was going to bust his balls in the old college try. His desire-thickened shaft was fully erect inside his shorts, and when her hand moved down to stroke its throbbing hardness through his trousers, he felt as though his balls were going to explode.
Holy Moses, she's hot stuff tonight, Chuck muttered to himself, catching her hand straying over his cock. Maybe I'll get to fuck her.
Eager to have her expert fingers fondle the sensitive skin of his sperm-bloated testicles, the young man quickly unzipped his fly and lifted the hair-covered sac out of his confining jockey shorts. His pulsating rod of flesh stood out from his open pants like an obscene flagpole with his lust hoisted high for all to see. Removing his own hand, he let out a heartfelt sigh of ecstasy as her warm fingers closed lovingly around the rock-hard shaft of his penis. He could have cum right then from the exhilarating sensations coursing through his lewdly exposed loins, but he wanted to fuck his girlfriend this time if at all possible-he didn't want her to jerk him off as she had so many times before in the year they had been going together.
Now that she had her hand on his throbbing cock, her fingertips tickling maddeningly at his heavy balls beneath, he groaned out load over her and pushed both his hands up under the sweater she was wearing. Maggie had soft skin, just like a kitten but at the same time it was firm and taut and Chuck appreciatively slipped his hands all the way up to the ripely billowing mounds of her breasts flattened against her chest under his weight. He hungrily kneaded and squeezed at the supple firmness, tweaking his fingertips at her quivering little nipples until they stood firmly erect like proud but tender little flowers.
"Ohhh baby, that feels so good," he gasped into her open mouth as she suddenly grasped both his swollen testicles in her curled fingers. He clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming all over her clothes, and still holding onto her breasts with both hands, he rolled over onto his side on the ground. This gave her greater freedom to stroke his pounding cock, and Maggie wrapped her fingers around the blood-engorged shaft again, slipping the loose outer skin lewdly up and down, teasing gently around the turgid tip-end with her fingernails.
Maggie loved the feel of his heated rod of flesh, and sometimes she really wanted him to put it up in the aching hotness of her vagina and fulfill the need she had always known there. But she wanted to be a virgin when she married, she wanted that triumph, that moment of glory when she gave herself purely to the man of her choice. Yes, whether she married Chuck or somebody else didn't matter what mattered was that she played the game by the rules. She knew that was a sure way to win and she wanted to win at every kind of game-including life.
Chuck edged his hand underneath the tight elastic waistband of her panties and her soft round belly quivered in excitement as Chuck's hand caressed her yielding nipples and stroked her lascivious thighs. She murmured softly into his mouth her tongue probing deeper and deeper as his hand trailed through the soft satiny curls of her pubic hair, moving slowly and seductively toward the slit of her moistly throbbing pussy. Finally she felt his middle fingertip come into electrifying contact with her eagerly pulsing little clitoris, and she released another guttural sigh up into his open mouth. Slowly backwards and forwards they rolled, softly her buttocks eased into the rug and her body felt the heat from the fireplace sparking her own, already electrified body, into readiness.
Chuck was having a really difficult time holding back, he felt his semen boiling hysterically and yet he wanted to slow down ... this time he wanted to fuck this hot little redhead and he didn't want to blow it ... easy does it boy, he muttered to himself. Don't scare her off now ... go slowly...
"Oh honey, can I lie on top of you, I just can't wait to feel your gorgeous body under mine," he asked her in excitedly quivering tones. Maggie replied by starting to pull her panties halfway down her satin-smooth body. Then he rolled onto her, the stiff rigidity of his cock pressing down into her soft little belly. After so much practice together, she was still able to cup his balls in her curved hand, and he could ready her wetly parted virginal lips with his fingers. In this way they stroked and fondled each other's genitals, softly groaning in unison as their young bodies rocked and heaved together. Maggie was going out of her mind she could feel the throbbing warmth of Chuck's penis against her naked belly and his wonderful fingers giving her clitoris the most lustful satisfaction, in no time at all her loins were vibrating with desire ... desire to climax ... to feel herself explode into a million thrilling sensations.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded with him, bringing her hips up to meet him, bucking her yearning loins up against his teasing hand.
Then her young lover inserted just the end of his middle finger inside the moist hot sheath of her pussy, letting his bent index finger remain in contact with her throbbing clitoral bud. At the same time, he stroked his thickly pulsating cock back and forth on the smooth warm skin of her belly, feeling her reaching the point of abandon which always sent white-hot sensations shooting through his testicles. The tender fleshy mounds of Maggie's breasts heaved lewdly up against his chest, and she was now gasping for breath in her rising passion.
Chuck knew he couldn't hold back much longer, the way Maggie was milking at his balls with her fingers, and he suddenly made the decision. His inexperienced and twisting girlfriend would be totally off guard and he just might get his cock in before she knew what was happening. It had been a long time since he had tried to go beyond their agreed limits. But now she seemed excited enough to go along with him.
He snaked his tongue into her ear and whispered.
"Baby doll, rub it around outside your pussy, please? God, you're driving me crazy!"
The young redhead held back, she was scared, she knew how much they both wanted to go ahead and if they did that it would be hard to pull back. But then they'd always resisted the intense temptation before, why not now? And ... ohhhhhh ... it felt so good when Chuck did that. She also felt her body spring into excitement at the word pussy. She was such a well brought up girl, she wasn't used to hearing those kinds of words and it still thrilled her to hear them. She felt like Eve wanting The forbidden fruit. Of course she was already tasting some of the fruit now, letting Chuck touch her in this way...
Wrapping her fingers around Chuck's throbbing penis, Maggie ground her buttocks away from him and guided the rock-hard shaft down until its huge bulbous tip came into burning contact with the entrance to her hungering cunt. She rubbed the cock head back and forth, lubricating it from the seminal fluids now flowing freely from him. She rubbed it back and forth in her narrow pussy slit, massaging her quivering clitoris while she gently continued stroking her hand up and down his pulsating shaft. The young girl knew she had to be careful. Once she had gotten carried away with Chuck and he had ejaculated his hot cum dangerously close to the mouth of her vagina. Her red-hot pubic hairs had been soaked with the thick white cum and it seemed to her a miracle that she had not gotten pregnant.
The little pleasure bud of her clitoris ached with desire now as the soft velvety tip of her boy friends penis pressed against it. Her thighs trembled with excitement as she mounted the climax of her cumming. Any minute now, if only he could hold for just a minute she would make it.
Chuck could tell Maggie was nearing the point of climax from her moaning and writhing as she rubbed his nearly bursting cock against her hot moist cunt. In the past when she was so close to cumming, she had occasionally pushed his rock-hard penis slightly up into the expanding furrow of her vagina. Obviously she wanted his hardness to enter her eager cunt as much as he did, but her conscience would not allow her to forget her inhibitions and fears and let him in.
The muscular young athlete waited until his red-head girl friend was gasping out her first groans of ecstatic pleasure and then he made his move. Arching his back up and away from her he aimed his painfully throbbing cock at the tiny clasping entrance to her churning pussy, and, with a sudden forward jerk, he drove it up into the wetness of her up-thrusting loins.
As Maggie realized what her boyfriend was doing, she tried to squirm out from under him, but the turgid head of his penis was already firmly lodged inside her tender cuntal orifice.
"No, no!" she pleaded, as she felt the excruciating outward pressure inside her narrow virginal opening.
Chuck only grunted in answer and continued his relentless forward thrust, feeling the untried walls of Maggie's pussy slowly giving way. The tight hot resistance around his swollen shaft sent waves of exquisite pleasure rushing through his body, and he knew that if he could only push his cock all the way into the wetness of her moist warm cunt, he would explode immediately. It wouldn't be the loving tender fuck he had always dreamed of with his girl friend, but cumming inside that warm wet sheath of flesh would be enough for the time being. Once he had fucked into her, she would not be so hard to persuade the next time.
"Chuck! You can't, you just can't!" Maggie was groaning up at him, fighting down her own, almost irresistible impulse to let him go ahead and put his penis in her-right up to the hilt. She was jerking her buttocks back and forth on the floor as she tried in vain to escape the persistent intrusion, inadvertently causing Chuck even more lewdly exciting pleasure. So far, only the bulbous tip-end of his penis had entered her tight little vagina, but she wriggled beneath him like a helplessly impaled butterfly pinned to a board. Then, in a last desperate attempt to preserve her closely guarded maidenhead, the eighteen year old virgin grasped the cum-bloated warmth of his testicles in both hands and feverishly began to milk them. She knew that this would make her boyfriend climax, and she hoped and prayed that he would cum before his hard penis tore its way through her hymen and her precious innocence was gone forever.
"Ooooooh, God!" he suddenly moaned above her. "You--you're making me cum, honey. Ohhhhh!"
Chuck bit the inside of his cheeks until they were bleeding to try to hold back, but it was too late. Already he could feel the powerful surge of semen boiling up out of his testicles and then it was spurting endlessly into the narrow hot mouth of her cunt. The young boy shoved desperately forward with all his strength as he made a last stab at getting all the way into the inviting softness of her pussy, but somehow she managed to hold him off by pulling down hard on his exploding balls.
Maggie felt the hot sticky liquid spewing into her cunt and then flooding aback out again around his jerking penis to drip wetly down the insides of her thighs. She wanted more than anything else in the world to cum with him, but she knew if she let herself go that he would thrust forward into the inner depths of her vagina and she would have nothing left to give her husband when she got married. And if she should get pregnant, her whole future as an Olympic skier would be ruined.
After what had seemed an eternity, Chuck gasped above her, his full virile load of semen depleted, as his body collapsed down on top of hers. His slowly deflated cock lost its purchase in the tightness of her semen-soaked vaginal mouth and slipped out to lie useless between her softly quivering thighs.
Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. Chuck had been so tantalizing close to entering her that she had almost lost control, and now she released his testicles and began to massage her clitoris, hoping to complete the orgasm she had wanted so much.
The slightly stretched opening to her vagina felt the pressure of his penis as though it were still lodged inside, and it was only a moment before she, too, gasped and twisted beneath her boyfriend's limp body. Her trembling thighs clenched in desperation around his limp penis and she bucked up and down under him as the delicious waves of sensation burned like hot firebrands throughout her jangled nerve endings.
"Ohhh, honey! Ohhhh, I'm dimming, honey. Squeeze my breasts-suck my tits honey!" she begged out in blissful agony.
Chuck was still exhausted from the strain of his orgasm and tried to do as Maggie begged, he found himself unable to do anything more than to cup his trembling hands on her breasts and lightly stroke them, feeling the tantalizing little pink buds spring to life in his fingers.
Then, she came, she released, gasping for breath and clutching Chuck's body as she reeled and swayed with the ecstasy she felt in her body. Chuck felt her breasts rise and fall and looked up to see Maggie's tongue curling itself around her lips waiting to purr into his ear in the way she always did after she had cum. Great, he thought, she doesn't seem mad or anything and I almost did fuck her. Still I am going to tell her once and for all how I feel.
"You're still nothing but a fucking prick-tease," he leered at her. He deliberately moved away from her still writhing body, "Someday baby you'll get fucked and it won't be from somebody kind and gentle like me, it'll be from some guy who'll fuck you no matter what. He'll just ram you up against a wall and fuck the daylights out of you. He won't listen to your tears and stupid principles, hell just laugh at you."
Maggie could hardly believe her ears, Chuck had never spoken to her like that before, his attitude had totally changed. This was what her mother meant when she said that men lost all respect for a girl after they'd fucked her, well certainly Chuck Bradley was indicating that this was so, she was humiliated.
"How dare you talk to me that way Chuck Bradley, don't you ever dare speak to me this way again." she sputtered.
"Shut your mouth you little bitch." he snapped back. "And listen to this. Tomorrow you're going away and you're probably going to drive a dozen other guys clean out of their mind with your cock-teasing way. But let me tell you something, if you ever hope to come back to me, you'd better be prepared to go all the way and if I find out you fucked another guy I'll tell everyone we know about it. Baby, that's a big bad world out there and if you are really serious about making the Olympics you're gonna meet a lot of guys and they aren't all gonna be as nice as me."
Maggie stared in amazement as Chuck got up and put on his clothes, she was stunned by the violence of his emotions. She noticed that his cock still had a slight erection and she wondered if she should appease his mood and jerk him off, she'd done it enough times to know it worked. But this time he was acting so weird so she didn't know what to do. She was so glad she was leaving tomorrow, really she hadn't wanted a scene and it was too bad he had talked to her this way, he'd be sorry that's for sure.
Against her wishes Maggie felt the tears start up in her eyes and she fought to hold them back, she certainly didn't want Chuck to see how much his words had hurt her. She searched her purse for a Kleenex and dried her tears at the same time cleaning off the sticky white semen from her inner thighs. She was silent, then she too got up and faced him.
"Chuck Bradley you just listen..." She was interrupted by Chuck who started to go off on a tirade but Maggie interrupted him. "Thank your lucky stars Chuck that you didn't get what you wanted tonight, cus if you had we'd both be in trouble now. You should be grateful to me that I have so much strength of character. You finally showed your true colors at last and I'm glad because when I come back to this town I'll have graduated from guys like you-I'll be on my way to fame and success and a small time creep like you would just hold me back."
For a long time Chuck had suspected that Maggie had a terrific ambition to make it in the world but he never knew it was this intense. She was driven way beyond where he had thought she was with her dreams. His mouth dropped open in amazement as she continued...
"You think you can get somewhere skiing in this rinky-dink tin pot chalet town, well let me tell you something. If you had half a brain you'd see for yourself that this place is buried and maybe that's what you want but it certainly isn't what I have in mind. I'll step on anyone I can to get to the top, believe me."
Chuck could hardly believe his eyes. Half an hour earlier she had been a gorgeous red-head lying in his arms and now she was an ugly demoness, flailing her arms and contorting her face by the violence of her emotions. He could hardly believe it.
"Oh, I get it now," Chuck yelled back. "You didn't fuck me because I wasn't important enough. Now if I had been someone who could get you into the Olympic preliminaries you'd be in my pants in a minute just begging to suck my big fat cock and plunge it into your tight virginal, prissy little pussy. Well, baby, let me tell you something, they have a name for girls like that."
Not even waiting for a reply to his out lash, Chuck turned on his heels and left the ski hut. Damn it she could make her way back across the lake alone, he was done with that ... with that ... damn ... she was a cheap little whore, that's what she was. If Maggie had heard those words she would never have been able to erase them from her mind.
"Cheap whore!"
CHAPTER TWO
The Squaw Valley Ski Club in the Sierra Mountains was a comfortable, yet elegant, old house that had been converted into a private club in the late forties. It had been owned since the turn of the century by one of the Railroad Barons, he and his family spending the Winter season there. However, Europe had become the fashionable place to ski and after a while the house lay empty. Eventually the house was put up for sale and the present owners purchased it with the intention of creating a private, exclusive club for winter sports and this they had done. The interior was lush, great stone fireplaces in every room, blazing day and night, deep velvet couches of extreme comfort. An indoor swimming pool, surrounded by enormous windows so that you could swim and see the skaters on the private lake. A paradise of comfort and luxury, a place to relax and enjoy after a day on the slopes. The chic new rich of the present generation came in droves and they paid a small fortune for the privilege of staying there.
The bar was the most social place in the hotel and was generally overstuffed at the seams. It was a little early however and only a few people were at the bar and a couple at a table. At least three out of the five people in the bar looked as if they had been there all night long and were nursing their hangovers with bloody Marys and screwdrivers. The room was definitely not vibrant and alive. However, the moment Maggie Reynolds walked into the room the atmosphere changed, it was as if a bolt of electricity had charged the entire bar. She was followed by Vince Lombridge, the owner of the hotel. Maggie wore a silk knit dress that clung to her body in all the right places, revealing the line of her little panties and her taut, tantalizing nipples. At least one of the drunks had an interested gleam in his eye and the bartender was so excited at the sight of her that he missed the glass he was pouring a double scotch into and it ended up all over the floor! Quite a start to her career at the club! Her red hair seemed even more vibrant and alive this morning cascading over her shoulders and resting lightly upon her voluptuous breasts. As she walked into the room she wriggled her cute little ass back and forth in tantalizing motions.
The owner of the club could barely take his eyes off the seductive young girl in front of him, her amply-fleshed hips seemed to hypnotize him. He appeared to be in a dream state but in actual fact he was not, his entire concentration was upon Maggie's buttocks and thighs. Without realizing what he was doing the older man licked his lips as if he were somehow tasting her flesh. As she sat on the bar stool, Maggie crossed her legs revealing just a brief glimpse of the tender smooth skin of her thigh right at the lacy edge of her s-liken panties and as he saw this, Vince Lombridge felt the fire being lit in his loins and the familiar ache begin to rise in his body. He controlled his thoughts however not wanting the girl, yet, to read his lascivious mind.
"Well young lady, what would you like to drink?" the older man inquired solicitously.
"Oh, just a little tomato juice, thank you," Maggie answered in innocent tones.
"How about a little vodka in it?"
"Oh no ... thanks anyway, you see I don't drink, I'm really aware of keeping my body in shape, I am in training you know!" the young girl answered primly.
"Of course, that's fine my dear, just as you wish. Although I must say I've been drinking for years and I'm as fit as a fiddle even though my wife thought to the contrary." Lombridge gave Maggie a lewd wink which she interpreted as knowing but later on changed her mind. Lombridge decided that he had better take it easy, he was already aware that he was more than interested in this little piece of goods and he didn't want to scare her off. He would go easy ... very easy...
"Jack, this is Miss Reynolds, our new skiing coach for the winter," Lombridge told the bartender, as he waited for them to give their order. "Jack makes the best marguerites this side of the Rio Grande, Miss Reynolds. Plain tomato juice for the young lady, Jack and the usual for me."
"Coming right up sir. Welcome to the Club Miss Reynolds."
"Why, thank you." Maggie replied impressed by the elegant manners of the bartender, she noticed he was rather attractive even though in his early fifties. She glanced around the room and was again thrilled at the opulence of the room, this room all the rooms in the Club were extremely elegant, it made her feel very important to be the ski coach. She looked out through an enormous window to the slopes and felt a thrill run up and down her spine when she thought of the upcoming Olympic entrance race. She wanted to be in tip top condition for that.
"What do you think Maggie, will you like it here, have you seen enough to convince you to stay?" the club owner asked.
"I certainly have Mr. Lombridge," Maggie answered him with an appealing smile, her red hair flying through the air as she flipped her head around to answer him. "I am overwhelmed frankly at the luxury here, it's much more than I ever dreamed of. My room is so elegant and luxurious, I'm truly happy to be here. Thank you so much for hiring me."
"Well my dear you came to us highly recommended. My friend Harry from the New England Ski Association convinced me you were Olympic material and the girl for the job. And just between you and me," Mr. Lombridge dropped his voice and anxiously looked around the room. "Confidentially Miss Reynolds this Club has never produced an Olympic Ski champion and this year we want to do just that. We hired you because Harry said you were hot for the Olympics and I can tell you I look forward to the name of this club having the honor of presenting you."
Maggie was out of her mind with excitement at Mr. Lombridge's words and could barely control herself. Crips, she had just arrived at the club and already the owner was talking to her about a possible sponsorship.
"From my information Miss Reynolds you are definitely Olympic champion material. Are you interested in going on into a professional or amateur career as a skier?" The older man penetrated the red-head's deep green eyes with a look of expectation.
"It's the only thing I've ever wanted Mr. Lombridge, to ski in the Olympics, I'll do anything for that opportunity believe me."
"That's just great Miss Reynolds ... just great! Of course that means we have a lot of work ahead of us this winter, and you of course have the most work to do. I'm afraid you've got to not only prove yourself to the selection committee but you'll have to butter up a few old codgers as well-win them over to your side, you know what I mean, charm them. You know success in this world doesn't only depend on talent, you have to learn how to please a few people along the way, you ll be finding that out soon enough."
"I quite understand, Mr. Lombridge, really I do, as I told you a little earlier, I'll do anything for the chance to compete ... anything."
For a moment a different kind of look flashed across Vince Lombridge's face as he grasped the implications of her remark. However, he quickly assumed his business-like manner again.
"Good ... Good my dear. I give you a toast, to success!" The club owner lifted his glass and finished the rest of his drink. "Now it's time for me to introduce you to my son Tod. He's here learning the ropes of running a club, hell inherit this place someday so he'd better know how to run it."
Maggie and Mr. Lombridge found Tod in the poolroom and he greeted his father and the vivacious red-head warmly.
"I leave you to my son, Maggie," Vince Lombridge said. "I must warn you however, my son has quite a reputation with the ladies, quite a Romeo he is. You'll have to watch him very carefully, all the time."
Maggie smiled knowingly at the older man as he walked away and turned to take a really good look at the younger one. He really was quite a hunk of manhood. Extremely tall, she thought probably around six feet two, blonde wavy hair that curled attractively onto his face and vivid ice blue eyes. He was wearing a jersey open necked shirt and she noticed his taut muscular body and manly chest. As he took her hand to shake it she instinctively felt that he was thinking about kissing her. She lowered her gaze thinking to herself that it was going to be a very interesting winter ski season.
"My father surely picked a winner this time, his taste is always good but I think he's really excelled himself with you. Welcome to the club Miss Reynolds, you certainly are a beautiful young lady." The owner's son was quite openly appraising Maggie Reynolds gorgeous young body as he spoke, his gaze was so penetrating and he looked for so long that Maggie began to find herself squirming under his gaze. She couldn't help feeling that he looked very lecherous.
Somehow when he welcomed her to the club it sounded different. She couldn't help wondering if he was being suggestive. No, no, she thought to herself, couldn't possibly be.
"Okay Maggie, let me give you a quick tour of the place and then I'll have to get back here. I play a round of pool with some of the skiers when they
Return from the slopes. They like to get in a little pool, a little lunch and back onto the slopes again. He took her arm gently and led her through an archway which led into an enormous ballroom.
"Oh, by the way, did my father tell you that we'd like you to mix with the club members, we like to keep everything friendly and flowing here, makes everyone feel more at home. This is home to lots of people as it is."
Tod Lombridge suddenly stopped and turned to Maggie, startling her as she looked into his eyes and making her heart miss a beat.
"I'm going to kiss you," Tod said impulsively and without warning pulled the young red-head towards him and covered her surprised mouth with his moist warm lips. Maggie was so amazed that she didn't resist and found herself yielding to his insistent kiss. Her eyes fluttered as he snaked his tongue softly in between her yielding lips. It was so exciting to be kissed by a man she'd only just met, strange and exciting and she felt her body release into his, and she had to work very hard at not throwing her arms around his neck. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity and Tod took every opportunity to explore his new toy. At first the girl was timid in her responses to him but after a while she fully opened her mouth and his tongue snaked its way into it's hot cavern and explored the soft, sensuous sensations emitting from her. Maggie found herself struggling for breath, she was aware of Tod breathing heavily into her at the same time pinning her so closely into his body that she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. Maggie wasn't at all sure that she wanted to escape either. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Tod pushed her away from him and looked deep into her startled green eyes.
"Ummmm ... young lady, I find you most attractive," he smiled in satisfaction. "Let's get to know each other better, a lot better. Okay?"As he spoke Tod passed his tongue over his lips in a lewd, sensual gesture.
"Well ... yes, of course, I like you too Tod," Maggie could hardly contain the shivers of excitement that were running up and down her spine.
"How about dinner tonight? We have an excellent band here every evening so we could dance a little, eat a little and then maybe tour the grounds by moonlight."
The vivacious young red-head hesitated before she accepted the invitation, after all she had only just met him but she was more than attracted to him and didn't want to put him off. Also he was the son of the owner of the club, she did need the job and she really did want the Olympics. These thoughts all ran through her head in a few seconds and then she decided, what the heck she'd plunge in anyway. "I'd just love that Tod, really I would!"
"Great! Then I'll pick you up at your room at seven o'clock."
From then on everything seemed to go as if they were in a whirlwind. Tod introduced her to all the staff members, showed her all the facilities of the club and then deposited her back in the main lobby with a definite look of anticipation in his eyes as he left her.
It was a perfect evening for romance, the setting couldn't have been more appropriate if it had been a Hollywood movie. They dined on a candlelit terrace overlooking the frozen lake and with a spectacular view of the slopes, glowing a rosy pink in the setting sun. They were waited on hand and foot and between course they danced to the soft, seductive music of the band. Slow waltzes in which Tod almost crushed her he held her so tightly and fast exciting cha cha's. They were very heated and very excited. Part of the reason for Maggie was that she just wasn't used to drinking but Tod had been so persuasive she had allowed herself to drink wine with dinner, and liquors with coffee. Maggie was more than a little dizzy from all the alcohol. Finally Tod whispered that he couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to go for a walk and so Maggie retired to the powder room, tidied herself up and wondered pensively if Tod was a gentleman ... I do hope so she said wistfully ... although he is so attractive...
Outside the night air was cool, the moon was just beginning to rise and the whole valley looked like fairyland. They had walked a little distance from the club when Tod spoke.
My father has a little cottage just beyond that grove of trees over there. It's quaint and I'd like to show it to you. I've a key of my own and can go over there anytime I want to and tonight is a good time because father's playing poker with some cronies of his. They meet once a week and win and lose minor fortunes to each other, they've been doing it for years. Anyway, its warm and cozy, we can have another drink and listen to some music, I'm sure you'd love it."
Maggie could hardly believe all the things that had happened to her since she left her quiet country home. Mixing with a whole new class of people really suited her. The cottage certainly suited her thirst for luxury, it was small but very exquisite, oriental rugs and tapestries everywhere.
"What do you think is through these doors, Maggie," and with a grand gesture Tod threw open the double doors to reveal the most darling little kidney shaped swimming pool. It was surrounded by glass on three sides so that one had the impression of being out of doors, and it was very warm.
"But I haven't got a swimsuit," Maggie said nervously ... nor am I wearing anything but a thin pair of panties under my dress, she thought.
Before she knew what was happening however, Tod had stripped and was standing naked at the edge of the pool. He looked so spectacular standing there, lit only by the tiny rays of moonlight spraying into the room that Maggie caught her breath. As he turned and dove into the pool she couldn't help but notice what beautiful buttocks he had, so round and firm.
"Come on in Maggie, it's so refreshing," he shouted to her as he threw a ball up from the water.
Maggie caught the ball and felt an irresistible urge to join him in the water ... why not, she thought ... after all a swim in the moonlight is perfectly harmless and the naked body is the way God made it ... why not.
"Close your eyes Tod, I'll take off my clothes if you promise not to watch." the red-head said anxiously.
"Oh come on, don't be silly, leave your underwear on if it makes you feel any better."
Maggie stripped to her panties very quickly and was in the water before Tod could get a really good look at her. For a split second she poised on the edge of the pool with nothing on but a pair of scanty white bikini pants and then she plunged into the water.
Even though Tod only caught sight of her body as she flashed into the pool, he saw enough to make shivers of excitement run through his entire body. He knew she was gorgeous but he hadn't expected her to be quite so shapely. He noticed her breasts were full but very taut and up-thrust as if waiting for his mouth to caress them, her hips were rounded and extremely sensual and her waist nipped in like a little bud. Her limbs were long and slender and her flaming red-head streamed' behind her as she dived into the water. Now all he had to do was to remove that little triangle of whiteness to see ... at this Tod felt his penis erect under the water and his testicles warm with pleasure, yes he had to fuck this girl tonight or his name wasn't Tod Lombridge. No woman had ever been able to resist him and this one wasn't going to either. He felt the thick shaft of his penis between his fingers and caressed it for good luck ... Yes, this little bud by the name of Maggie Reynolds would be added to the list of his conquests by the time the night was over.
Maggie played in the water, totally relaxing her body so that she swam like a mermaid, she rolled and flipped over and over. Every time she flipped over Tod caught his breath at the sight of her gorgeous, almost naked body, gleaming in the moonlight. He knew for sure he had to fuck this new member of the club before anyone else got to her, especially his father. It still was a source of amzement to Tod that his father, a man in his forties, could get as many women as he himself could. He knew his father would be making a play for the red-head as soon as he could. His father and all his lecherous old cronies were probably taking bets that very night as to who could get into her panties first.
Maggie found herself tiring after a while and swam to the edge of the pool, she looked around for her clothes but couldn't find them and in a panic she swam around the edge of the pool searching for the bunch of clothes she had left there only minutes before. Finally she looked up and saw a lecherous smile on Tod's face and knew that he had taken them.
"W-what have you done with my clothes, Tod?" the girl asked timidly noticing at the same time that she was beginning to shiver. She looked up at Tod's face and was frightening by his expression, he looked quite cruel standing there as if he wouldn't have any mercy.
"I don't want you to get dressed yet Maggie, come on out of the pool and have a drink." His voice sounded more like a command than a request. "Come on, Maggie. You won't be cold, I'll warm you up, believe me."
The naked red-head rose out of the pool trying to cover her breasts with her arms as much as possible and trying not to look at Tod's semi-erect penis rising steadily before her eyes. She had only seen Chuck's penis before and compared to this one, it was junior league. Tod Lombridge had a shaft so long and thick that Maggie wondered how any woman could take it up inside of her without it splitting her apart.
"Tod, I want my clothes back now, please," Maggie pleaded. "Give me my dress back now, I want to return to the club house." There was desperation in her voice but Tod Lombridge appeared not to notice. Maggie was very afraid, she knew she could probably run much faster than
Tod, that was if she could even find her way out of the cottage, but .what would everyone think at the club house if she arrived naked and breathless ... why she'd be fired on the spot.
At the thought of being fired Maggie realized that her chance for the Olympics was on the line also. She didn't want to lose the opportunity she wanted so much. It was obvious to her now what Tod Lombridge wanted ... he wanted the same thing that Chuck Bradley had wanted and she had been able to hold him back ... why not Tod too.
"Oh come on, come on, take a drink with me," said Tod enticingly. "I won't bite you, I promise."
"Well, if you promise to turn your back I'll have a drink," the young girl said timidly. "One drink and then we'll go, okay?"
"Okay," said Tod smiling lasciviously to himself. He turned around and faced into the cottage.
Slowly Maggie approached the man from behind and took the drink from his extended hand. The frightened young red-head had never had to face a situation like this one before and she hoped and prayed that she could get out of it without getting hurt. She had to keep a level head in order not to lose everything she had worked for, oh how she wished she had not accepted Tod's invitation.
Maggie took the glass of brandy and held it up to her lips, it burned her nostrils and she wondered how she was going to hold up under all the alcohol she had drunk that evening. She already felt light headed from all the wine and liquors she had drunk at dinner.
Maggie was holding the glass to her lips when Tod suddenly turned around and was at her side in two steps.
"Drink up, come on Maggie, drink up," he grumbled. Before she knew what was happening Tod had wrapped her in his arms and was tilting the glass so that the fiery liquid began to pour into her mouth. "Drink!" He commanded her in such a way that she was forced to obey and she opened her mouth to receive the liquid. As soon as it reached her throat she began to feel warmth spreading through her body, at least now she wasn't cold anymore. But Tod was pouring the brandy into her mouth at such a rapid rate that she could hardly breath.
"Just a little more, come on, you'll be alright," the club owner's son said.
Maggie felt the glass pressing harshly against her mouth and as she drank the rest of the liquid she felt her body relax, she felt all warm and just a little bit wobbly on her feet.
"Thaaat's better, baby," Tod whispered hoarsely, and then picked up his glass from a nearby table and drained his entire drink into his mouth.
"Tod please, I want to go back to the club, please give me back my clothes." Maggie tried to sound as stern as she could although she found it a little difficult, her head was reeling as it was when they had been dancing.
"Okay, baby. First I want a kiss though."
Without warning, he stooped down and pressed his burning hot lips over hers, pushing his tongue deep into the frightened girl's mouth before she could stop him. Her mouth already felt as though it was on fire from the burning effect of the Brandy, and the lashing hotness of his lewdly probing tongue sent waves of fire searing through Maggie's naked body. Since Tod's left arm was still firmly wrapped around hers, it was impossible to get away. With his right hand, the well-built young man began to caress Maggie's fearfully heaving breasts, alternating cupping them in his palms or tweaking the tiny pink buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The inescapable sensations were electrifying, and Maggie's inexperienced body trembled all over from his burning kiss and touch. Tod's tongue slipped smoothly in and out of the hot moistness of her mouth, creating a sensual rhythm that was threatening to drive the helpless girl wild.
The young Olympic hopeful moaned and struggled but she already knew that she wasn't struggling as much as she could. She had a very passionate nature and she was trying as hard as she could to keep it suppressed. Her naked body was on fire in a way she had never known it to be before, quivering sensations were darted throughout her body and she had to clench her thighs tightly in order to control the yearning that was building up in her pussy. She wanted to push him away to slap him to ... she couldn't, she felt powerless and her arms hung at her side limp like a rag doll, it was as though she had no control over her own body. All her will to resist had been washed away with the Brandy.
Tod in the meantime pulled her body into his so that their torsos were licked together like one and pressed his rigidly pulsating penis into the naked white softness of her belly. His hand slowly moved down her body, caressing every inch of her as he moved towards her panties and slipping his hand under the elastic waistband of her soaking wet bikini pants he grasped her tautly clenched buttocks and pulled up into his strong muscular body.
Maggie gave a deep throated moan as she felt his enormous blood-filled hard as a rock cock throbbing against her quivering belly, her will seemed to be held by some mysterious power he had over her. As his desire-thickened penis pressed into her naked flesh she felt bolts of electricity explode in her body and now totally out of control she moaned and pushed her belly deeply against his hotly pounding cock.
"Hey baby, you like that, don't you?" the club owner's son said triumphantly pulling his mouth away from hers. "Just wait till I put it inside your little pussy and fuck you," he said, an obscene smile covering his face.
"No, no ... you can't ... I ... I'm a virgin," Maggie stuttered, totally out of breath. "Please let me go Tod. I can't ... you, you..."
Tod released his hold on her stiffly protesting body so forcefully that Maggie almost fell to the ground. Then dropping to his knees in front of her, and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties before she knew what was happening, Tod Lombridge slowly peeled the clinging white nylon panties down from her hips, unveiling to his hungry eyes the secret treasure of her pubic mound, while the bashful red-head grabbed onto his wavy blonde hair to retain her balance. She pulled her buttocks away from him in a last desperate attempt to hold onto her virginity. Unfortunately as she struggled she made it even easier for Tod to strip her panties to her knees and at last he totally exposed the delicious red triangle to his greedy eyes. In one single thrust Tod pulled her towards him so that the tantalizing softness of her pubic hair was rammed against his face. He grasped both of her lusciously rounded buttocks in his hands and began to massage them.
The young rake would have liked nothing better than to spread the little puckered lips of her untried vagina with his tongue, to snake it deep into her virginal cunt and to taste her hot cum on his lips but he could wait. He would wait to introduce her to the subtleties. He had the entire winter season to turn her on to all the ways of fucking that he knew. Right now he felt the urgency to take her in a wild first fuck, one that she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life.
Maggie could hardly stand it as she felt his warm sensuous lips travel up over the sensitively quivering skin of her belly. And her breasts began to ache and he reached the narrow cleft that divided her luscious twin fruits. His tongue snaked back and forth, first to one breast and then to the other. Then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took as much of her right breast into the hotness of his lips as he could, flicking his tongue repeatedly back and forth over the tiny erected nipple at the tip. He closed his teeth lightly on her hardened nipple and he heard her moan sensuously above him, he licked it and teased it with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, please don't," Maggie pleaded with the young man but her resistance made him even more insistent and he sucked with even greater urgency. The red-heads moans were coming faster now as suddenly without warning he switched to the other breast leaving her saliva-soaked nipple to cool in the warmth of the room.
Maggie just couldn't understand what was happening to her. She had always been able to control her feelings with Chuck but now it seemed that her body was no longer her own. The slut that was raging through her naked body was beyond her control, she felt like a primitive woman in the jungle, she was somewhere she had never been before. The handsome young man's mouth worked eagerly at her naked tits and he was driving her absolutely wild. She felt her nipples quivering under his lewd tongue. Suddenly she felt an extended finger exploring the narrow crevice of her buttocks, seeking a way into the tightness between her upper thighs until it was tickling at the small hair-lined mouth of her cunt from the rear. Violent jolts of electric-like passion raced up and down her spine as Tod fingered and rubbed with teasing insistence at the moistly seeping warmth of her cuntal mouth.
"Please Tod, no, noooo! You mustn't, you can't, you..." Maggie tried with all her strength to push Tod away from her but it was in vain. Straining against the restricting panties down around her knees, the young girl spread her feet on the ground to get a better stance for breaking away, inadvertently opening her moistening loins and giving the lusting young man easier access to her open little pussy.
Tod felt the wetness oozing up between her thighs and sank his extended middle finger up to the second knuckle in her virginal pussy, the succulent flower was getting ready for his cock. He realized that this girl had only been waiting for the right one to pluck her cherry, obviously no-one in her home town had been man enough to fuck her yet.
Maggie began to struggle even more fiercely now, she realized that her control was slipping away rapidly. She writhed and squirmed her voluptuous naked body in front of Tod trying to escape his clutches, the owner's son quickly made his move. He dropped both hands down to the back of her knees causing them to buckle under her and she went down as if she'd been tackled on a football field. She held onto his head terrified that she was going to knock her head on the floor as she fell. As the young girl hit the floor her red hair cascading over the floor like a glorious sunset.
Tod Lombridge gave the startled girl no time to recover from her fall, but scrambled on his hands and knees up over her as he tore away the flimsy white panties still binding her knees. Then he dropped into the narrow "vee" between her legs and pinned her down before she could press her knees together to protect her lewdly exposed vaginal opening.
Maggie knew now without a shadow of doubt that the young man on top of her had rape in his mind. She felt powerless under him as he wriggled up over her squirming body until his pulsing hot cock was aligned with the palpitating opening to her innocent young pussy. Maggie felt his hands fasten her arms to the ground up over her head, leaving her to buck and twist her whitely trembling torso under him as she clasped his insistent body between her legs in a vain attempt to throw him off.
Tod was now wildly searching with the tip of his bulging cock for the moistly hot opening he was determined to enter, and soon he felt it like a wet oven breathing heat on his blood-engorged glands.
He flexed his buttocks slightly and settled the throbbing tip-end firmly into the outer flanges of Maggie's vaginal opening, a great sigh of achievement escaping his lips as he neared his goal. Tod could feel the soft curls of her pubic hair tickling his swollen cock as it hung poised for entry between the hotly throbbing lips of the virgin's cunt.
Maggie gasped as she felt the intruding hugeness that was inescapably lodged up between her legs and her body quivered in a mixture of anticipation of pleasure and pain. She realized now, in her alcohol-numbed state, that she had been waiting for years to experience the pleasure and happiness of total lovemaking but had always been so afraid of following through on her own. Now, dear God, now she had no choice.
Tod Lombridge paused for a moment to fully savor Maggie's beautiful young face, he reveled in the intense look of fear and desire spread over her fine-boned features, and an obscene grin flooded his face. He savored for a moment the warm moistness of her pussy lips throbbing in desperate anticipation around his blood-engorged cock-head, and then, smiling evilly, he jerked his hips forward and with one long brutal stab drove his lust-hardened shaft straight through the effectual barrier of her maidenhead, and on until he felt it bump against the soft tip of the helpless girl's cervix deep inside.
"Aagggghhh! Ohhhh, God, it hurts! Help me, somebody help! Maggie screamed, her thighs swept wide apart by the relentless pressure of his rapacious thrust. She was certain that he had split her apart down there, and the agony was unbearable It felt as though the thick end of a baseball bat had been shoved up between her legs and now lay obscenely embedded in the tender flesh of her never before tried vagina. "Oh God! Stop! Oh, stop, you ... you ... oh God, you're killing me!" she cried. But it was useless.
"Yell all you want to baby," Tod growled down at her, breathing heavily from the effort to penetrate her excruciatingly tight pussy. He could feel a hot flowing inside from her ruptured hymen, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before the clasping pressure of her cuntal walls would ease off and he could slip his cock in and out with little resisting friction. "There's nobody who can hear you out there."
Straightening up on his arms, his hands still holding hers pinned to the ground, Tod gazed proudly down at this innocent young bitch so helplessly impaled on his rock-hard cock. Her voluptuously rounded breasts heaved with her labored breathing, and her stomach rose and feel with each gasp from her lips. Their bodies were joined lewdly together at the loins, his wavy blonde hair tangling with the glowing red hair of his young victim. He was glued up between her widely spread white thighs by the hilt-deep shaft of his flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" Maggie moaned in a high-pitched fluttering voice. The young girl could feel her vaginal walls palpitating around the rigid hardness filling her as she had never been filled before, and she felt her cuntal fluids slowly seeping out around him. The sudden entry had torn her flesh with searing pain, but a soothing numbness began to set in, making it more bearable for her. Maggie moaned piteously and screwed her eyes tightly shut as it dawned on her that the very moment she had dreaded and yet awaited for so long had finally arrived. The treasure of her maidenhead that the innocent red-head had been saving for the man she would marry had been brutally ripped out of her possession in that one powerful lunge up into her quivering belly.
The word "virgin" no longer applied to her, and the thought brought hot tears of regret burning under her closed eyelids.
The insensitive Tod Lombridge saw the tears coming and smiled in sadistic satisfaction-it made him feel virile and all-powerful to have hurt this tender young red-head with his heavy cock. He could feel his cum-bloated balls throbbing in the warm little nest of flesh made by the juncture of her buttocks and her outspread thighs. Little by little the tight pressure seizing around his aching cock eased off and the moistness increased as the young girl's vaginal fluids seeped hotly out over his pulsating shaft.
Slowly then, he began to slip his desire-inflated rod back out of her clasping hot cunt, feeling the slight palpitations in her fleshy pussy-walls and reveling in the lust-inciting sensations it gave him. When only the turgid tip-end remained lodged within her wetly sucking pussy, Tod Lombridge looked down under his arm-supported body to see his huge dark cock with just the head still buried up between her twitching white thighs. Thin lips of inflamed cuntal flesh had followed his thick-veined penis back out of her inner vagina, holding fast around him as though trying desperately to suck the belly-filling instrument back inside. He groaned heavily in his chest from the obscene lewdness of the picture, and then gradually shoved it back up into the warmly expanding opening. He watched as the hair-fringed bands of her cuntal flesh folded back inside around his careful plunging hardness and her silky red pubic hair curled inward again to graze the dully glistening skin of his cock. Relentlessly and coldly, Tod continued his plumbing ascent up into her utmost vaginal depths. It was a little easier this time, since her hot little pussy was now moistened somewhat with defensive secretions, and the club owner's son quirked his mouth up in a little obscene smile of satisfaction. Already she was loosening up to his raping cock, and pretty soon she'd be turned into a mewling mass of voluptuous feminine flesh, squealing helplessly and begging him to fuck her. That was the moment Tod Lombridge always waited for-that point in time when a reluctant, innocent young girl suddenly began to plead with her whole body and soul for the very thing she had formerly been determined to keep from him. That was conquest in its highest form for him, making a victim love her torture.
Finally after what seemed an eternity, Tod Lombridge felt the bulbous tip of his penis bump softly up against her cushiony cervix, nudging and quivering expectantly against him. He was in even deeper than before now, his entire lust-engorged penis buried to the hilt in her boiling hot pussy, and he ground his pelvis tightly into her widespread loins, pressing in hard against the tiny bud of her awakening clitoris.
"Ohhh, God, you've got a tight little pussy!" he gasped hoarsely down at her still squirming nakedness. Maggie's lips had bared back over her even white teeth and her nostrils were flaring slightly in the beginning signs of her unwanted desire. The cruelly impaled young girl moaned in a fluttering voice as she felt her vagina opening again like a moist flower to take his thickly throbbing penis deep up into her quivering belly. The half-drunk young girl had never felt so filled in her life. She was bursting with sensual anticipation like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Then she felt him begin to make short experimental strokes up inside her softly shuddering vagina, until her traitorous body began following the irresistible impulse to match loins separated, only to press hotly back together a moment later with a little grinding twist as she felt him come into electrifying contact with her aroused clitoris.
Tod Lombridge gritted his teeth to keep from cumming right then and there as the hot semen began to swirl in his heavily-laden balls. Little by little he lengthed his strokes until at last he was slipping almost all the way out of her now moistly expanding cunt, then lunging smoothly in again. With each rhythmic thrust he could feel his testicles slapping up against her slowly grinding buttocks, and a tiny animal grunt escaped his lips whenever he hit home, a savage ritual chant as old as man, an echo from the dark animal days when men slept in caves.
"Ooh God ... ohhhhh God!" the helpless young female athlete moaned incessantly up into the moisture of Tod's mouth, shoving her tongue with complete abandon deep into her new boss's son's throat. Maggie couldn't believe what was happening to her. A sordid brutal act that should have been making her feel debased and ashamed was instead turning her inexperienced body into a sensitive mass of exquisite pleasure with lewd and over whelming flames of desire coursing through her veins. It was all coming out in an uncorked rush, her body alive with the kindled passion that had lain dormant in her for so long, a smoldering coal of desire, lying in wait for the long hard penis that would make her burst into a hellish inferno of passion.
"Ohhhhh, gooooood! Goooooooo!" came the pleading words from Maggie's lips. Faint mewls of servile acceptance rose from her lungs as Tod fucked relentlessly into her tingling cunt, her body following his, matching him stroke for stroke until she was bucking wildly beneath his pumping loin, her face in an expression of insane passion that was totally new to her.
Tod plunged his lust-driven cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the heated tightness of her red-haired cunt.
"Ohhhhh,ohhhhhh," she moaned beneath him, twisting and squirming wantonly under his ravishment of her nakedly wide-spread loins, Tod knew she would soon be begging him for more and by God he would give it to her. He would fuck her until she thought the top of her head was about to come off.
"Ahhh, ahh, aaaaaa!" Maggie cried out as suddenly Tod quickened his thrust, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick, cock boring far into the hidden recesses of her virginally clasping vagina. This was it! This was the answer to everything! Nothing could stop her now until she had what she wanted. Oh God, it was so good!
And feeling Maggie responding, Tod slipped his strong sinewy hands down over the naked curves of her flesh and slid them beneath the softness of her straining buttocks, lifting them up off the matted grass for greater access to her loins. He lewdly squeezed one soft half-moon in each hand as he began to thrust with even greater frenzy into her now openly receptive cunt.
"It's wonderful! Oh God, it's wonderful!" she cried and began to flex and relax the muscles within the cushiony flesh of her ass-cheeks while his fingers clutched tightly into the ere am-white firmness of her flesh.
With all the strength of his hips and thighs, Tod Lombridge squirmed down into her, feeling the smooth hot flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting cock. He fucked into her from the very tip of his toes, ramming every last inch of his thundering rigidity up into her churning white belly, bringing louder and louder moans of pleasure from her lips. Maggie's eyes were wide open now, gazing glassy and unseeing up at the ceiling.
The young girl's cuntal secretions were flooding hotly around his smooth-thrusting shaft now, and wet sluicing noises came to her ears with each cruel driving lunge, blending with her soul-shattering groans of abandon.
Maggie felt his hands slip from the lewdly hollowing cheeks of her buttocks down to her inner thighs and then between them to the moisture-soaked pubic curls surrounding her pussy. Feeling him fondle the soft-hair-lined lips of her cunt stretched out around his hard-driving cock, she moaned at the crazy wild chills it sent traversing her spine. Tod continued to play there until continuous groans of unrestraining lust formed in her throat and escaped between her slightly parted lips. Maggie's body was slippery from the sweat of her untamed gyrations and her head flailed uncontrollably on the rug, her long red hair whipping back and forth like cat-o-nine tails. Her mouth now hung slackly open as she gasped for breath in her abandoned state. She had become in a few moments something crazed and inhuman, twisting and jerking, spreading her legs wide apart and throwing them like scissors of flesh around Tod's strong lunging hips. Scarcely minutes before she had wanted desperately to escape this cruel fate-now she didn't want him to ever stop. Shame and humiliation raced wildly through her alcohol-dazed mind, tainting every forbidden sensation with a lewdness that unexplainably drove her only further into ecstasy.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder! Fuck me, fuck meee!" she wailed in words she had never used before, slaving with her lithe young body to derive more pleasure from his endlessly pumping loins. She was charged like an electric battery and the current was building and building until she knew she would have to cum soon or go mad from the mind-blowing pleasure. Her feet suddenly raised up over his back, her toes curling into tight little balls as she strained for the release that she had been waiting so long to experience. The young red-head's firmly resilient thighs pressed back against her shoulders, flattening her breasts tighter up against the heaviness of Tod's chest while her ass-cheeks were swinging and waving uncontrollably from side to side under him, her cunt spiraling crazily up and down on his deep-stroking cock.
It happened almost before she knew it.
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly squealed up at him as if in surprise. "I'M CUMMMMMMING!"
With a high-pitched gasp of intense passion she locked her ankles high up behind his laboring back. Her body arched up at him and her arms snaked tightly around his neck while she smothered her parted lips over his to suck and lick at his tongue in devouring hunger.
Without warning Maggie bucked her whole body up against his, quivering and jerking against him in a pulsating rhythm as the secretions of her first cock-induced orgasm flooded out around his still hard-driving penis.
"Fuck, fuck, damn you! Fuck! Tod repeated over and over again into the red-head's hot moist mouth. He could feel her warm love-juices seeping down around his fingers as he fondled her cuntal lips and he suddenly darted out with his moisture-soaked middle finger, thrusting without warning into the tiny puckered ring of her anus. He wanted her moving under him again, and he got what he wanted. She screamed up at him and bucked painfully from the sudden unexpected entry causing a slow-aching pressure to build deep within his sperm-heavy balls. Gripping the cheeks of her crazily rotating buttocks with his outspread fingers, Tod squeezed the flaccid flesh tightly up around his impaling middle finger, feeling the young virgin cringe and attempt to jerk away from the invading pressure in her rectum.
Then, suddenly, as though great tidal waves of heat were surging through his veins, Tod felt himself cumming, and he increased the tempo of his cunt-drilling strokes to machine-gun pace, grinding with each thrust as far down into her openly yielding pussy as his rock-hard shaft could go, bringing new wails of left-over passion from her lust-wracked chest. The club owner's son gasped as though he were dying as he felt the bursting in his loins, and finally, with a deep body shaking grunt that went on and on, he exploded inside her, shooting his white-hot sperm in endlessly spewing streams. He felt the pulses again and again, each gush jerking his whole body as though it would tear him apart, the hot cum ricocheting deep up inside the red-haired virgin, filling her belly and mixing lewdly with her own orgiastic juices around his ejaculating cock.
Then Tod Lombridge collapsed down onto the heaving young red-head, their lewdly tangled bodies heaving and quivering on the floor. For a while they lay heaped together in this way and then the girl rolled away from Tod, Maggie lying as if she was floating on a cloud, her body having no weigh J;, her arms and legs lying limp.
The young virgin felt satisfied for the first time in her life, a hunger she had felt deep inside had at long last been fed. Tod felt his slowly deflating penis slip wetly out of the girl's relaxed vagina, and pulled his middle finger from the tightness of her anus, reluctantly lifting himself up from her captivating young body. Tod would have like to fuck her again right then but knew that he had better get back to the club. By this time his father had probably put two and two together and realized that the new ski coach was out with his son and that he was probably being beaten to a new piece of ass.
Tod Lombridge stood up and towered over the seeming unconscious girl lying on the rug. His first conquest for the winter season, he could start keeping score right now. He felt very triumphant.
He walked over to the closet in which he had hidden the young girl's clothing and threw them over to her body. Maggie was sobbing softly into the rug and hardly seemed to notice that her clothes were lying over her body.
Tod Lombridge sneered down at her, "I'll keep your panties, baby! They're the first in my summer collection." Maggie heard the zipper of his pants and realized he was getting dressed. "Welcome to the club, baby! Rise and shine it's time to get dressed and head back for the clubhouse."
Maggie could hardly believe her ears, the club owner's son was treating her as if she were a common whore. She rose to her feet slowly and looked around her, this was the room she had lost her virginity in. She had to admit to herself that she had behaved like a whore, she had given herself so easily as if she had been doing it all her life. She was a whore!
Maggie thought about the way she had been a virgin one moment and a whore the next and she realized that this was the way it had always been with her, she could never walk the middle ground. Well Tod Lombridge could think what he wanted, one thing was clear to her now sex was fun. And the next time it would be even more pleasurable, she wouldn't have to go through the painful ordeal of virginity again.
Maggie Reynolds shot a sly look at Tod Lombridge and thought triumphantly-he may have gotten into my pants easily this time but just wait until he wants me again ... then we'll see who has the power! He thinks he's such a big shot, what a surprise hell have coming.
As she brooded on the young boy she suddenly realized that she could also have a little chat with his father. He would probably be very interested to know of his son's actions.
Well see who's top dog then ... she mused. With these thoughts in her mind Maggie Reynolds straightened up to her full stature and proudly strode past Tod Lombridge out into the night. They walked back to the club and neither of them said another word.
CHAPTER THREE
Maggie Reynolds rose bright and early the next morning as she planned to ski a little before breakfast, but to her surprise the slopes were so full that she decided not to. She didn't feel like being around a lot of people, especially after last evening's incident.
Besides she wanted to get a chance early in the day to speak to Vince Lombridge, the owner of the club. She was ripe for revenge against his son Tod, she had a thing or two to tell his father, how he had gotten her drunk and then raped her. She hadn't been able to sleep all night long thinking about what had happened and the more she thought the angrier she became. She was going to make things as tough as possible for that bastard.
Maggie knocked on the door of the private office occupied by Vince Lombridge and upon hearing a deep, "Come in," she entered.
"Good morning, Maggie," Lombridge greeted her in surprised tones. "I'm surprised to see you up so early, you don't have to work until Monday, I thought you'd be sleeping late while you can."
"Good morning, Mr. Lombridge. As a matter-of-fact I'm an early riser and anyway I thought I'd get a little time on the slopes this morning."
"Ah, yes, so I see," Lombridge threw an appreciative glance at Maggie. She really was gorgeous in her form fitting ski suit, it was a deep forest green color which matched her vibrant red-hair to a tee. The suit seemed to cling to her body as if she had been poured into it. Lombridge caught his breath as he gazed at her ripely swelling breasts and as he traveled down her body, his imagination began to run havoc with his senses. He saw the tiny ridge of her clitoris pressing against her pants and felt his cock lurch hotly against his thigh. Man, what he wouldn't give to get in that ... that ...
"Mr. Lombridge, I-I have to tell you something about your son Tod," Maggie noticed that the moment she said his name her thighs clenched together as if in defense.
The moment Maggie mentioned his son's name, Vince Lombridge knew what it was all about. Damn it, the boy had beaten him to the punch, he sure was getting to be a fast worker these days. As the older man looked at the young girl he couldn't help but imagine all the things he'd like to do to her. He was sure she'd been fucked by Tod, why else would she be coming to see him so early in the morning.
"Well, Miss Reynolds if we're going to have a little chat why don't we do it over breakfast. Would you join me? We could eat quietly here in my office.
"That would be lovely Mr. Lombridge, but really I don't want to inconvenience you."
"No problem, young lady. It's not often, after all, that I get to have breakfast with such a lovely young woman." The club owner picked up the telephone and ordered breakfast for the both of them," the usual Harry, plus two Bloody Mary's-lots of vodka."
The club owner threw a sly look at the vivacious red-head and mused ... so Tod got into her little pussy last night did he ... I wonder if she was a virgin. Lucky bastard if she was. He certainly is a chip off the old block.
"Maggie, my dear let's talk about business. I played poker last evening with a friend of mine who is the chairman of the steering committee. Now, he's the one who'll decide whether or not to present you to the board for a sponsorship application. I'll have to arrange a meeting with him pretty soon." Vince Lombridge talked so rapidly about the sponsorship and her possibilities for the Olympics that he didn't give Maggie a chance to say what was on her mind.
Breakfast finally arrived and when the club owner handed Maggie her tomato juice laced heavily with vodka, she decided to drink it. After all Mr. Lombridge had been so kind to her she didn't want to offend him.
"Ahh, that ll straighten you out young lady, now what's this you want to tell me about my son Tod? like some jelly on your toast?
"Ummm, no thank you. Well, I ... you see. Oh dear, this is so difficult for me I really don't know where to begin," Maggie blushed to the roots of her hair making it seem even redder. "Well Mr. Lombridge, your son took me out to dinner last evening, we danced a little and I drank quite a lot. Now you know I'm not used to alcohol and I'm afraid that I lost control of my faculties." Maggie suddenly stopped. How could she possibly tell this man that his son had raped her. It sounded so depraved and outrageous to her own ears how could she tell it to his. But she must and knew it, unless she wanted him to do it again, she had to protect herself.
Vince Lombridge knew what was coming. It was like a rerun of an old movie, it had all happened before many times. Fortunately, in the past, nobody had caused any trouble and so all had been well. He'd have to make sure this was the case again. "Go slowly, Maggie, eat and take your time," Lombridge said in smooth, soothing, fatherly tones. He liked the role of comforter that often came to him, it was one of the ways he got his hands on the sweet young things that came through the club.
Maggie calmed down and concentrated on her breakfast. Everything was so luxurious here, she really did like it. The silver service and the china all seemed to suit her nature and she didn't want to do anything to upset her winter plans. She liked being around money and power and she intended to keep it that way.
"Thank you for such a delicious breakfast Mr. Lombridge, I really needed that," although she thought to herself I shouldn't have drunk the vodka, I'm already beginning to feel giddy.
"Goood, good my dear. Things always seem clearer after a good breakfast. Now tell me what happened last evening." Lombridge said with a slightly lecherous gleam in his eye.
Maggie decided that the club owner seemed a little too interested in her escapades of the previous evening to tell him everything, she decided to make it brief and to the point.
"Your son raped me last night," she told him in a straightforward manner. "He took me to your cottage, we went for a swim and then he forced me to make love to him." She paused a moment waiting for Lombridge to say something, but noticing his silence she went on. "I thought you should know Mr. Lombridge, I," Maggie found that she couldn't go any further, the club owner's eyes were piercing her like high voltage electricity and she just couldn't continue.
Vince Lombridge caught his breath. He had to admire the way the girl had just come out with her statement. So direct, no dilly-dallying with this girl. She knew how to speak her mind.
The club owner managed to screw his face up into a mock expression of worry and concern.
"Maggie, my dear. I really don't know quite what to say, this isn't the first time that this has happened. Not that it makes any difference to you whether or not it has happened before. I'm truly sorry Maggie." Lombridge paused a moment and then added, "Was it your first time, my dear?"
Maggie nodded and then lowered her head in embarrassment. Vince Lombridge cursed under his breath. "That little runt, that little bastard, he really did beat me to the punch."
"Oh Mr. Lombridge, please don't tell anyone, I'd just die."
"Oh course not Maggie," the club owner said in an assuring manner. Although he thought to himself, the whole club will know by the end of the day if I know my son Tod.
Maggie was amazed that Mr. Lombridge didn't seemed more surprised, of course this was the first time anything like this had happened to her. She had expected a different re-action from Tod's father, however.
"Thank you for confiding in me Maggie. I am going to speak to Tod today in iron clad terms, believe me." The club owner said this in such an adamant manner that Maggie fully believed that he would give his son hell. Well, so he should the bastard, he should get what he deserved. She was so angry she realized that nothing could really make Tod suffer the way she wanted him to suffer.
"Maggie, if there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please tell me. Perhaps you would like a little gift? I promise I'll root for you even harder with the board."
"Oh, that's alright Mr. Lombridge, don't worry about me, I'm fine. There's nothing that can be done now and it's not your fault anyway."
"I don't know Maggie, sometimes I wonder. I was a bit of a rake myself when I was younger you know, sometimes I think Tod takes after me."
Maggie was taken back for a moment and then she looked really intensely at the older man and saw that he must have been an extremely good looking man in his youth. His eyes were appealing and his lips quite sensual. His hair was thining and he had a little paunch, he really wasn't bad. For a moment the red-head found herself considering the older man and then she quickly brushed the thought aside. No ... really he was much too respectable. He couldn't afford to mess around.
"It's not your fault, I'm sure Mr. Lombridge. You can't hold yourself responsible for your son's actions." Maggie could hardly believe herself, here she was comforting the father of the boy who had so brutally raped her just the night before.
Before she knew what was happening Maggie Reynolds found herself on the verge of tears. The sudden remembrance of last evening had flooded through her body and she realized why it was she had come to the office today. The older man's soothing voice had made her wish she could talk to her own father.
"Don't cry Maggie, it's all right now," the club owner rose from his desk and took the sobbing girl into his arms to comfort her.
"I'm sorry Mr. Lombridge, I didn't mean to break down like this," she turned her head and pressed her lithe body against his.
The club owner had to concentrate with all his will. As soon as the young red-head's luscious body had touched his, shivers of excitement had run up and down his spine. He felt his penis slowly throbbing to life and the old familiar yearning rise in his body. He stared hungrily at the twin mounds of her breasts. It was now or never, he knew it. He would go crazy seeing this broad around the club everyday, he had to have her.
"Maggie, let me at least take you out to dinner tonight, it would make me feel so much better. I've been pretty much alone since my wife died a few years ago. Company as charming as yours is hard to resist. What do you say?"
Maggie Reynolds looked up at the older man with tears in her unsuspecting eyes and nodded her head in agreement. Why couldn't Tod be like his father, she thought, he was such a gentleman.
"The answer is yes then?" the older man took her arm and guided her towards the door. "I'll send my man to pick you up at seven-thirty, well have a quiet little dinner at my place. Oh, and wear your prettiest clothes, well make it a party to celebrate your new condition."
Maggie flinched at the older man's last words, she wasn't quite sure what he meant and he was so suave and in control of himself that it was hard to tell.
"I'm sorry my dear for that thoughtless remark, but well you know my son has embarked you on let's say a new journey. You are a woman now Maggie, an experienced young woman."
Yes, it was true, thought Maggie and as she got up to leave she realized that she really did feel different today. She felt more secure in herself, she felt as though she could get anything she wanted now from a man. And glancing at the older man standing in front of her she realized that he too could be under her control, if she ever wanted him.
The seductive young red-head was totally aware of the effect that she was having upon the older man as she swayed across the room. Her tantalizing buttocks were undulating to future promise and he knew it.
Yes, she was a woman now. And they both knew what each other was thinking as she smiled and closed the door behind her.
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CHAPTER FOUR
Seventeen year old Maggie Reynolds looked gorgeous and she knew it. She felt like a Queen as she followed Vince Lombridge's personal manservant downstairs into the main lobby and out of the door into the night. Maggie could have been a movie star, she looked so glamorous. She was wearing a silk knit black dress with both a plunging neckline and back. The swelling softness of the young girls breasts could be seen peeking shyly from the bodice and the dress clung to her body in just the right way. Her young, ripe hips swayed in the silky softness and her tantalizing buttocks swayed as she walked in state through the lobby. Her flaming red-hair shone like the setting sun. She meant to show Vince Lombridge that she could go anywhere and mix with anyone, that she had class.
She was surprised as they left the club to be taken through a high archway she had never noticed before and to be brought into the courtyard of a magnificent house, which although attached to the main clubhouse, couldn't be seen from the grounds. The house was colonial in style and extremely grand and as they entered the main door Maggie gasped at the crystal chandelier hanging in the hallway. The house was like a palace and Maggie could hardly breathe, so excited was she at the prospect of such wealth.
The manservant led Maggie into a magnificent dining room, another crystal chandelier hung in the centre of the room, exquisite crystal glasses and china graced the long dining table, a deep blue Chinese antique rug covered the floor and seated on a pale blue silk loveseat was Vince Lombridge.
"Good evening my dear Miss Reynolds, how exquisite you look tonight, thank you so much for gracing my house this evening."As he spoke Mr. Lombridge rose and taking Maggie's hand let her to the loveseat.
The young red-head felt the older man's eyes travel over her body and register approval of all he saw.
"I'm delighted to be here Mr. Lombridge, thank you for inviting me," Maggie couldn't help but notice how attractive the older man looked tonight. Quite different from earlier in the day, younger perhaps. Or perhaps it was just the setting, she didn't know what it was but whatever the reason, she liked what she saw. Maggie felt good, this was where she belonged, here in this atmosphere of wealth and opulence.
"I hope you don't mind Maggie, I mixed my favorite drink for cocktails, Vodka Gimlet a la Vince Lombridge," and smiling the older man handed her an exquisite tall stemed glass full to the brim of clear liquid with a little lime floating in the middle of the glass.
Maggie took the glass with her long graceful hands and with every fibre of her being knew that the drama had begun, the stage was set and she would play her role to the hilt. She would play to win, as she always did.
"Here's to health, love and fulfillment of our desires," the older man watched carefully as the vivacious young red-head raised the glass to her full sensual lips and took her first sip. She liked it, good, and as the girl threw back her head he noticed with delight how her ripe, firm young breasts swelled just enough over her dress for him to catch sight of the edge of her firm pink nipples and the older man felt his yearning cock throb with desire. Yes, tonight was going to be fun ... a lot of fun.
"Oh yes, I like this drink Mr. Lombridge, I certainly do," the girl said enthusiastically licking her lips with her dainty pink tongue.
"Good, my dear, I'm glad you do, it's my very own secret recipe, not even the club has this one."
Maggie Reynolds crossed her legs and found to her surprise that her whole body was trembling. Surely she wasn't intoxicated already, after only one drink? She drank in her surroundings and particularly the attractive older man sitting next to her and realized that she was very confused, so much had hit her in the space of twenty-four hours she couldn't think clearly.
"Mr. Lombridge what did you mean when you said, both love and desire in your toast." Maggie couldn't believe her ears, she had never heard her voice sound that way before, she was speaking with so much authority.
"There is a difference you know Maggie, and oh yes, by the way, please call me Vince. Love is what one feels for say a wife, or a child-even a friend. But desire can only be felt for a person of the opposite sex, and unlike love, it's a fleeting thing that comes into being completely unannounced. A kind of magnetism between two people that relentlessly pulls them together."
"But can't you desire someone you love," said Maggie innocently. She was determined to play her part well as obviously Vince Lombridge was playing his.
"Well yes, but that's perfect desire and very difficult to find in this world. The flesh is very fickle you know." The club owner threw her a penetrating glance and then rose from the loveseat, "Oh dear we're getting very serious, how about another cocktail. Let's keep it light."
From then on the two of them chatted about everything they could think of, Maggie told the club owner of her life in the little New Hampshire village, how she had been practically born on skies, how her father had tutored her from being a child and how it was the only thing she really cared about. One cocktail led to two and three and finally when dinner was announced Maggie found herself to be quite dizzy.
Vince Lombridge led the young girl to the table and announced to his valet, "Pouilly Fuise with the fish and Nuit St. George with the main course please Charles." Maggie felt as if she were floating on a rosy pink little cloud before dinner and after dinner she knew it for certain.
"Let's have our coffee in the sitting room, its so cozy in there, come Maggie dear." Vince Lombridge took the young red-head's hand and led her into a spacious room, filled once again with oriental rugs and crystal chandeliers, there was a large bay window with comfortable cushions around the window seat and a large sofa covered with an exquisite floral design. She had never seen such elegance before in her life. The big sofa looked so comfortable and alluring that the young girl threw off her shoes and fell into it, draping herself alluringly across the back of it as she did.
"How do I look," she said, pursing her hips in a sexy manner and throwing her shoulder forward in an attitude of wantonness. "I want to look mature and alluring but I've still got the urge in me to run and dance instead of walk sedately like a lady."
"You're a young chick, that's why baby, enjoy it now while you can. It's great! Here catch this, this ll help you hang onto that youth," and with that the older man threw Maggie what looked like a hand-rolled cigarette.
"No thanks, Vince, I don't smoke you know," the innocent young red-head stammered, as she looked at the strange looking cigarette in her hand.
"That's not just a cigarette baby doll, that's the elixir of the gods ... that's pot baby ... you know, good old marijuana." Vince Lombridge took another one from the silver case he had in his hand and lit it. He drew in the the smoke slowly and Maggie watched in fascination as he held the smoke for the longest time and then exhaled it.
"Listen angel, if you want to lift the top of your head off, if you want to get higher than a kite, then take a hit of this stuff. It'll tell you everything you want to know about the future." By this time Vince had walked over to the sofa and was lighting the joint Maggie was holding in her fingertips.
Maggie put the joint to her mouth boldly and took a long hit. She was a woman now and this was a challenge and she would take it. Her sensual lips rounded again on the little joint and staring down at her mouth Vince Lombridge couldn't help but see his big fat cock plunging deeply into her pert little mouth. This provocative little bitch would soon be only too willing to give him what he wanted, and he felt his penis throb inside his pants in response to the lewd thoughts running through his mind.
At first the marijuana seemed harsh to Maggie and made her cough but after a while part of her seemed dulled and she didn't seem to notice the smoke filling her lungs. She felt proud of her new found sophistication-never in her life had she felt so good. Maggie also began to notice that her cunt was throbbing and she felt a wetness in her silk panties. It was as if her vagina were sucking at the same time as her mouth was sucking and seemed to be moaning to be filled too. Thrills of intense excitement now began to vibrate in her entire body.
She held her thighs together in an effort to stop the cuntal secretions that were coming thick and fast now and she wondered how she was going to be able to control herself.
She looked towards the older man and found that she had difficulty in recognizing him, was this Vince Lombridge or had someone else taken his place. He looked familiar, but she wasn't sure and now he was muttering to her about her beautiful body, her seductive body, that she could have whatever she wanted, anything could be hers. Maggie felt a thrill of power run through her veins and she realized that she was desirable.
As Vince Lombridge looked down at the seductive young red-head he felt as if the fire of the ages was raging in his loins, never had he desired anyone more. He had been watching as she got more and more stoned and her body began to throb with a new round looseness and he felt as if his desire-hardened penis would explode if he didn't get it into her warm little cunt soon. "How do you feel baby," he asked solicitously.
"Wonderful, I feel just wonderful," Maggie heard herself say this but somehow her voice seemed to be coming from somewhere else. She didn't know what was funny but suddenly she began to laugh uncontrollably.
Lombridge began to drool as he watched the young girl's up-thrust buttocks undulate on the couch in front of him. She was wriggling and squirming so much that the soft silkiness of her dress began to ride up her body until she revealed the narrow black leg band of her panties. The older man caught his breath as he gazed spellbound at her firm, seductive thighs thrashing into the cushions. It took every ounce of control he had, not to reach down and stroke the silky softness of her young thighs undulating in rhythm before his hungry eyes.
The club owner's valet entered at that moment carrying a try with demitasse coffee and large snifters of brandy. The valet couldn't help but notice with interest the young girl undulating on the couch and wished that he could get his hands on her. Mr. Lombridge has all the fucking luck, he thought, too bad he didn't have enough money to afford such tantalizing playthings.
After the valet had left the room, Maggie started to giggle once again. "I see what you mean about this pot stuff, Vince, now I see what you mean."
"What is it all about Maggie," the older man was quite opening staring into her body as if she hadn't any clothes on at all.
Maggie turned and gave the older man a penetrating gaze, her dancing green eyes narrowing slightly as she looked deep into the older man's soul and then she shuddered involuntarily, as if she didn't like what she saw. Then the young girl pulled herself up, straightened her shoulders and gave the older man a lewd, sensual smile.
"I know what you want Mr. Lombridge, I know exactly what you want," the young girl said in a cynical voice. "You want my body and I can tell you right now, that it is for sale at the right price that is. I want to swim in the Olympics and I'll stop at nothing to get what I want."
The stunned older man was really no more surprised than the young girl, she was astonished to hear the words come out of her mouth and she was even more amazed to find her hand at the back of her dress and pulling down the zipper. What on earth was the matter with her?"
Lombridge gasped for breath at the sight before his eyes. He watched as the luscious young red-head stripped before him, stepping out of her silky black dress to reveal just a pair of black silken panties and skimpy lace brassiere. He feasted on the voluptuous young flesh before his eyes ... this chick was completely out of it. For a moment panic flashed across the older man's mind as he wondered if she was going to something crazy but then he realized that she was waiting for him to make the next move. He didn't hesitate another moment and stepped towards her with outstretched arms. He felt his desire-hardened cock straining at his pants and wetness oozing around his thighs from his seminal fluid.
Maggie was out of it alright and the implications of what she had just done hit her fully as the older man strode forward. She had to do something quickly, she couldn't make love with a man who was older than her own father, he'd probably think she was a common whore and fire her the very next day. Suddenly the frightened young girl covered her naked breasts and backed away from the older man.
"Oh Mr. Lombridge, I was only joking, please don't take me seriously," Maggie pleaded with her green eyes flashing panic."
Lombridge's mouth assumed a sneering smile as he reached out to grab the frightened young girl.
"Too late now baby, I'm too fascinated to back off." With a flick of his wrist the older man flipped off the flimsy bra from her trembling body and threw it to the floor.
"Please don't ... you can't ... oh, you just can't ... I won't let you." cried the by now hysterical female as her full young breasts billowed out into the air in front of his lust-ridden eyes.
The terrified young girl stepped backwards from the lusting older man only to fall back onto the sofa behind her. Her naked breasts jutted into the air and her panty-clad pelvis splayed vulnerably wide.
She seemed to be in a trance as the older man moved towards her as if everything was in slow motion, and she realized that the rush she was feeling in her brain was from the marijuana. As he moved towards her the older man was rapidly stripping, tearing off his clothes and as he unbuckled his belt she felt like a little girl again about to receive punishment from her father. However, to her surprise instead of pulling off his belt and spanking her naked bottom this man was unzipping his fly and before she knew it he had slipped out of his pants and was completely exposing his hairy, lust-aroused loins.
His penis was incredibly thick and long, and she stared at his for a seeming eternity with both horror and fascination.
"That's it baby," Lombridge told her. "Take a good look at it. It's going to give you an experience you'll never forget." Grasping the long thick shaft in his right hand, the older man stroked the loose foreskin back and forth over the bulging tip. With his thumb and forefinger he squeezed the uncircumcised skin up to completely cover the huge bulbous head, and then jerked the skin back again.
Oh my God! thought the frightened young red-head. He's going to kill me with his massive penis. In her confusion the young girl couldn't get the vision of her father out of her mind.
"No-I don't want it-I don't want to do it!" Maggie tried to rise to her feet but before she was half way up the older man had thrown himself across her naked white body. With a swift plunge he tore the flimsy black panties from her trembling body and hungrily gazed at her now totally naked flesh.
Maggie could hardly breathe and knew she would have to surrender to his superior strength. She felt him shifting his weight on her body so that his face was hovering right over her defenselessly up-thrust breasts. With a tiny groan she lifted her head and watched his thick sensual lips lower to take one of her pinkly throbbing nipples in his mouth. The sudden moist contact sent shivers of unwanted desire coursing over her naked flesh and she moaned in abject submission beneath him. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his coarsely greying hair with the intent of pushing him away, but betrayed by her will, Maggie pulled the handsome face still closer to her quivering white breast.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned under him, fast losing all control of her alcohol and marijuana-drugged mind.
The club owner's wet tongue trailed hotly over the cream white valley between her breasts, and then he locked his lips in a maddening grip over the other baby pink nipple, his teeth nipping teasingly at the soft distended flesh. After a long moment of slavering appreciatively at the succulent pink pud, he slipped his tongue down over the flat smooth plane of her stomach toward the tempting red triangles of pubic curls at the base of her belly.
Through half-slit eyes Maggie could see the older man's face leaning obscenely close between her widespread legs. She could feel his open palms pressing outward against the sensitive softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her most secret treasure was laid nakedly bare to him to use as he wished, and Maggie held her breath, aware that all will to resist her boss's lewd attack had gone from her trembling limbs. Lombridge lowered his face inch by inch until his extended pink tongue grazed through the thin tangle of her red pussy curls toward the moist pink slit waiting below.
Then suddenly the seventeen year old girl felt the first searing contact, as his hot wet tongue lashed out lightly over her quivering erect clitoris.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. From the electrifying contact with her helpless exposed cuntal lips her whole body jerked wildly up at him, and his mouth, nose and chin pressed hungrily into the entire soft mound. Lombridge's face was buried from her view in the sparse red fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly to enjoy the inevitable-the wet flicking kisses he was planting in the tender soft furrow, his tongue flicking serpent-like at the tingling opening of her cunt.
As if belonging to someone else, the young red-head's hands slipped down over the quivering mounds of her breasts and brushed over her shivering white belly, coming to rest finally on either side of the man's lewdly bobbing head. There, her fingers stroked absent-mindedly at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing abstract patterns in tempo with his lashing tongue, and then she slowly spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips more complete access to her hotly throbbing cuntal flesh.
Many times her boyfriend Chuck had tried to do this to Maggie, but she had always refused because it was too degraded for both of them. Now she could hardly believe how good it felt to have the sensation-filled tip of her clitoris massaged with the softness of his moist tongue. Lombridge's wetly searching tongue shot out again and again, its pointed tip circling the tiny throbbing pleasure-bud, his lips sucking ravenously, drawing the warm layered folds into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. Playfully he nibbled at the wet pink flesh as his tongue darted in and out of her virgin-tight cuntal mouth. Then suddenly his teeth closed around the turgid erectness of the young girl's clitoris and tugged at it gently as though he wanted to bite it off, his rigid tongue flipping repeatedly over the quivering tip. Maggie groaned huskily as he continued to worry the straining pink bud, and she bucked her loins up tighter against the older man's face. Slowly he let her swollen clitoris slip back from between his teeth, and then he began laving his tongue up and down the entire length of her flowering cuntal Jit. Staring at her lower belly and slitering his way downward over the elastic-rimmed opening of her vagina, Vince Lombridge slipped his tongue beyond that into the deep crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in vain for the tensely puckered little opening hidden below. Maggie Reynolds hips were now grinding impatiently down into the fur-covered cushions of the sofa while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her tightly locked teeth.
It was a fantasy come true, to Vince Lombridge. First the lovely young red-head stripped off her dress before his very eyes, before he had even made a definite move to seduce her, and now she was coming to life quicker than any of the many innocents he had fucked in this same room. He worked hungrily, feeling her moisture-soaked red public hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud young innocent bitch squirming under his lashing tongue and moaning for more so fast! Her tremulous groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it whipped up and down the steaming valley of her loins. Lombridge wanted her begging for his cock when he was ready to ram it to her, and Maggie seemed to be almost there. The club owner had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it, even after smoking marijuana. Obviously Maggie hadn't been fucked well yet, in spite of the fact that his son Tod had gotten to her the night before. The older man chuckled to himself-he would show up that randy young son of his this time! The young red-head would get what she wanted, and a lot more than that.
Lombridge grinned lewdly into her moistening cunt as he felt her hands desperately guiding his face tighter and tighter into the palpitating opening of her pussy. He let her pull his mouth still more firmly over the taut little opening of her squirming cunt, his wet lips completely covering the viscous mouth. And then, without warning, the older man thrust his tongue deep up into the fleshy passage, bringing a low guttural moan from the seventeen year old skier as her warm soft thighs closed convulsively around the sides of his bobbing head. The passion suffused flesh of her cunt slipped moistly around Lombridge's long extended tongue, and the wall of Maggie's vagina opened and closed in a greedy sucking motion, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper inside.
Maggie's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Her legs snaked up and around her boss's shoulders and her heels pressed into his back to force his face deeper into the warm fleshy trap of her loins until the older man could barely breathe, sucking into his nostrils the warm heady odor of her vaginal secretions flowing abundantly from her hot little cunt. Every muscle in the young girl's body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Never had she expected it could be like this, such glorious sensual feelings spreading from her tingling pussy upward throughout her whole body! Her thighs opened and closed in a soft embrace around Lombridge's balding head as he continued licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy below, the tendons of her neck standing out as she pulled with all her strength against his hair still tangled in her fingers.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, so goooooooood!" Maggie moaned again and again, splaying her loins out wider to give him easier and easier access to her wildly throbbing thighs. She could feel the beginning tingles of her approaching orgasm, and she held his face tightly to her loins. Her hips rotated wildly as she opened her vagina up against his lashing tongue, suddenly breaking into a new more desperate rocking rhythm as the first waves of raw pleasure burned deep in her belly.
"Oh God, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" she groaned as if in exquisite pain.
The throes of the teenagers passion spurred Vince Lombridge to even more furious efforts driving him to fuck his slippery tongue fiercely in and out of her upward bucking cunt, flipping it up over her quivering clitoris each time her pelvis dropped away from his slavering mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" I'm cuuummmmmmmmming!" the young girl suddenly gasped, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to regain her sanity in the drugged maelstrom of ecstasy into which she had fallen.
Lombridge felt the endless streams of her cum flooding out of her palpitating pussy around his buried mouth, while he kept his leering eyes fixed on her face. He was looking up between her lewdly dancing breasts at her orgasm contorted young face as her head tossed crazily back and forth on the couch. The lust-inciting picture drove him wild and his hugely swollen cock jerk eagerly up and down as he knelt on the carpet between her legs.
The club owner couldn't bear it any longer. He stood up from the floor, hovering over her like a great bird of prey about to swoop down upon its victim. The young red-head collapsed back spread-eagled on the divan after her orgasm, looking like one of the obscene photographs for sale all around Times Square. The glistening pink furrow of her almost virginal cunt was offered up to his eyes as her shapely skier's legs dangled down over the edge of the couch, and he leaned over her with his feet between hers. Hooking his hands under her knees he roughly drew her thighs up on either side of him and pressed them forward to her shoulders, flattening her breasts down against her chest. Then, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders he edged slowly forward until his rigidly jerking cock brushed up against her cum-drenched pubic mouth. He could look down between their panting bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and her glistening cuntal slit, pulsing visibly just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.
The older man grinned an obscene grin above her as he edged his quivering penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the moist pink flower of her fleshy cunt. He stopped when the tip was firmly lodged in place, ready to slip forward and impale her with the first lunge he would make with his hips. He could feel her beginning to strain upward to take his aching hardness up between her legs, her wetly caressing pussy lips touching off waves of unbearable pleasure deep in his sperm-bloated testicles hanging heavily below. He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, as he hovered over her like a warrior about to spear into her unprotected belly, and then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive into the red mantled mound of her cunt.
At that moment Maggie came to her senses long enough to lift her head from the couch and glance at his hugely expanded shaft of flesh. She could feel its hot velvety tip throbbing just inside the outer flanges of her waiting pussy, threatening to drive her insane with lust, but the sight of the broad top forcing the lips farther apart than she would have believed possible made her suddenly flinch away from its massive girth in fright.
"It-it's too big!" she moaned staring up at his lust-contorted face, her green eyes suddenly focused in terror on the evil sadistic grin above her. Then she knew that this older man would show her absolutely no mercy-he would enjoy hurting her as much as possible, and it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to do it!
Lombridge flexed his buttocks slightly, sending his blunt blood-engorged cock head a fraction of an inch up into her tightly stretching cuntal mouth.
"Ooooooooooh, dear God!" Maggie gasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the small elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed again, a little harder this time.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" she cried out as the desire-bloated tip slipped through, cruelly spreading the narrow resilient passage until the helpless red-head felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable inward pressure.
"Ohhhhhh, no, please, no. You're hurting me! It hurts!"
Maggie tossed her head from side to side, closing her eyes again with a shudder of horror as she felt the big smooth head of his penis pass completely inside her moist sensitive cuntal entrance filling her belly almost to the bursting point.
The owner looked down once more at the lewd rod of flesh embedded halfway into her wetly glistening softness below. Only the tip was inside, though already she was squealing for mercy! Just wait till he worked the remaining hard length up inside her cringing little pussy-then she would have something to scream about! His own son Tod may have taken her cherry the night before, but she was still as tight and difficult to get into as any virgin the older man had ever fucked.
Little by little, with almost infinitesimally short strokes, he began to screw in and out, not moving more than a fraction of an inch in either direction, waiting for her young narrow cunt to loosen up around his lust-heavy cock and take him all the way in.
The young girl, thankful that he didn't shove it brutally up into her quivering belly without any preparation, slowly opened her eyes to look at him again. She was completely taken by surprise by his unexpected gentleness, allowing her pelvic muscles to relax slightly around his punishing thickness.
Then she saw the grin twisting his face give way to a grimace of sheer raw lust, as if he could barely stand it any longer, and with a low-pitched growl of animal warning, he prepared to push all the way up into her narrowly expanding pussy. Vince Lombridge had known some tight young cunts before, but none of them like this! Again he took in the debauched sight of her innocent young body lying helpless beneath him with the pulsating head of his hard cock disappearing up into the red hair that lined her cuntal lips. It felt so incredibly snug around the head of his cock!"
"Jesus!" he gasped. "I've got to fuck you right now, baby!"
The club owner felt her body stiffen in fright at his words and then he came heavily down upon her, ignoring her pleas, his weight crushing her nakedly trembling loins under him. His hips thrust forward with a smooth gliding motion as he sent his long thick cock driving into the seventeen year old red-head's narrow pussy, pushing the softly moist flesh of her tender vaginal walls in pressured waves before it. There was no stopping him until with a loud groan he felt his testicles slapping heavily into the upturned cheeks of her fearfully clenched buttocks.
"Ooooooooooh God, ooooooooo, noooooooooo!" she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so filled in all her life, her vagina seemingly about to give way at the seams. It felt as though the invading rod of obscenely throbbing male flesh had ripped her narrow cuntal passage into a thousand tiny shreds. Mr. Lombridge had speared into her without mercy or thought of injury, and now his heavily pounding member lay sunk deep in her pain-stretched passage, filling every part of her defenseless belly. There wasn't one tiny ridge of the thickly buried penis that she could not feel as her employer pressed his lust-driven rigidity harder against the soft inner walls of her cunt.
Maggie felt as though she had been skewered on a spit, and she lay immobile, afraid to stir for fear of the agony it might cause. Then, suddenly, she felt a throb deep inside as he flexed his virile cock cruelly within her quivering young pussy, jerking up into her another half inch.
"Uuuuuuu!" she groaned breathlessly, her innocent face twisting with a shooting pain in her loins.
"Oh baby! What a cunt! a tight little baby cunt!" the club owner grunted down at her.
He flexed again, bringing further anguished groans from her lips as his still growing cock bumped up into contact with the sensitive tip of her cervix.
"Feel good yet?" Lombridge panted down at her in brutish delight. He himself was near ecstasy from the tight massaging feel of the young girl's vainly resisting pussy against his pulsating hardness.
Maggie could not answer, only rolling her head from side to side with the pain.
He flexed again with more force, unable to control himself any longer.
"I said, do you like it!" he yelled down at her. He had to have a response, needed the pleasure of knowing he had begun to arouse her with his hard driving cock.
"Ohhh, yes, yes!" Maggie cried, afraid to offend her boss for fear he would hurt her even more with his punishingly thick shaft.
"Then beg me for it!" he commanded impatiently.
"No, please ... I-I can't." she pleaded, her green eyes swimming with tears.
"Say, 'fuck me' ... say you want my prick ... tell me you love getting screwed like this. NOW!" he insisted jerking his lust-hardened cock deep into her quivering belly once more.
"Please ... no, don't please!" the frightened young red-head moaned, pressing upward against his chest with her jackknifed legs to push him off, to escape the depraved humiliation he was trying to subject her to. She could never bring herself to say those things!"
But Vince Lombridge was too strong for her, letting his desire-hardened rod of flesh throb deeper and deeper, and with his hands he began to squeeze painfully at the ripe white mounds of her nakedly exposed breasts.
"You little bitch, say it!" he commanded as he ground his aching pelvis as tightly into her open loins as he could go.
Maggie finally broke under the strain, all her resistance flooding away like water through a drain.
"Do it, do it to me!" she blurted out. Fuck me, Mr. Lombridge, "Fuck me hard!"
The triumph of hearing her say the lewdly exciting words made Lombridge's blood-thickened cock throb with added lust and he began a slow in-and-out fucking motion, taking short gentle strokes at first, and then when he felt the young girl's pussy loosening and seeping with droplets of cuntal fluids, he gradually lengthened the strokes.
Maggie clamped her teeth and tried to block what was happening to her completely from her mind. She concentrated on the ceiling chandelier beyond the older man's gently rocking head as he continued stroking in and out of her pillaged cunt, and tried to remember through the haze of alcohol and marijuana how she came to be in this position. Suddenly she began having a series of visions from her past, ticking by her memory as though each plunge he made up into her belly was a signal to change the scene.
The young red-head saw herself at the age of three behind an open door with a little boy named Peter. Neither of them had any clothes on, and his little boy-penis looked just good enough to eat, which Maggie was about to try when her mother caught them. She still remembered the hot little tingle down in the pit of her stomach, and it was still there while her mother switched her bottom with a willow stick.
Then came an image of the first boy who put his hand on her breasts when she was twelve-it had felt like fire racing from the young girls tingling nipples down over her belly and into the very centre of her hair-covered vagina.
Her first French kiss at the age of thirteen-it had almost driven her wild when the older boy's tongue began slowly slipping in and out of her mouth. The memory made her groan and unconsciously lift her parted lips now toward those of Mr. Lombridge.
The older man could see that he was finally getting to her. He locked his hot moist lips down over her mouth and speared his tongue in and out between her teeth like a second cock fucking into her lovely young face.
The picture came to the helpless girl's mind of the first time she had touched her boy-friend Chuck's desire-rigid penis. It had been like holding a heated branding iron in her fingers, and she had throbbed with lust like an animal excited for the kill.
There was no getting around it, Maggie told herself as she began to answer Lorn bridge's flicking tongue with her own. She'd always had the makings of a slut-now she may as well act like one and enjoy it! At least there was the possibility of getting more of what she wanted out of this. If taking her new boss's long hard cock into the soft confines of her vagina would help her get what she wanted, then she would give him all she wanted!
Now, the young red-head had finally reached that point she had subconsciously always desired but had been until now afraid to reach. Maggie was beginning to let her body go to become the wanton, abandoned creature it had long tried to be.
Lombridge seemed to sense the loss of Maggie's last remaining ounce of resistance, and lewdly sucking her tongue lip up into his mouth, he began a slow rocking motion down between her softly quivering thighs. He was pulling his about-to-burst cock almost all the way out of her moistening cunt now, then shoving it deliberately all the way up to the hilt again. Her upturned buttocks began a slow, rhythmic grinding motion beneath him, gradually increasing in urgency until her resilient ass-cheeks were slapping lightly up against his dangling testicles.
Suddenly Maggie's entire tormented young body began to twist and writhe beneath his pounding weight, and she groaned incessantly up into his mouth, shoving her tongue with savage abandon deep into her winter employer's throat. Faint mewls of servile acceptance lifted up from her lungs, her face grimacing in passion-her mouth gaping under his, her smooth white neck straining, her nostrils flaring, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead beneath her disheveled red hair.
The older man's thick blood-engorged cock was slipping in and out of her cunt without resistance now, plunging headlong high up into the viscious passage while his pelvis muscles ground down into quivering bud of the young girl's clitoris. Maggie felt him slip his big hands down over the naked curves of her sensuously shivering flesh to slide beneath her undulating buttocks, cupping them, one in each hand, as he began to fuck into her with greater frenzy. Maggie began to flex and relax the muscles of her cushiony ass-cheeks while Lombridge clutched his fingers tightly into the white firmness of her flesh. He jerked her up harder to his aching loins and she pulled her painfully bent thighs back a little more, the moist wet hold of her pussy clasping his cock to greater and greater depths. Miraculously, the pain was past now and her legs on either side of Lombridge's impaling shaft of male hardness were jerking and quivering with an abandon she could not control.
Her thoughts were by now silenced by the overpowering sensations, and the seventeen year old red-head closed her eyes and continued slipping her tongue upward into the club owner's mouth, low hums of velvety pleasure rumbling in her throat like the purring of a sleepy cat. There was nothing left for her now except the dizzying sensations filling her flesh as the long rigid rock fucked in and out of her hungry pussy.
Vince Lombridge was slaving above her, moving suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that drew his lust-hardened cock nearly out of the young girl's clasping vagina on the outstroke and then plunged it forward between her thighs again until she could feel the harsh slap of his testicles against the exposed crevice of her anus. She began twisting and squirming wantonly under his ravishment of her uptilted loins, and when he had brought his hand around to where his cock was sliding in and out of her wide-open pussy, Maggie felt him begin to fondle the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt. His fingers continued to play there until groans of unrestrained lust formed in her throat and escaped her lips into his hot voracious mouth.
"Fuck my little cunt harder. Oh God," she heard herself say in passionate tones. Her widening vaginal passage was steeped in ravenous desire, swallowing the whole of the older man's penis as he plunged mercilessly to her very core.
"Ah! Ah! Yes, yes," Maggie cried out as suddenly Lombridge quickened his thrust and the tormenting ecstasy of pleasure caused her to thrash and buck even more wildly beneath him. She could feel him pressing his hands back up under her knees now, forcing them back hard on either side of her head and down against the soft cushions of the couch, angling her cunt upward even more and stretching it wide to receive the pile-driving pounding of his loins as he thrust brutally into her.
"Ooooooooooh, ooooooooooh," she chanted beneath him, her features contorting into an unrecognizable mask of insane passion that was totally new to her. Again, as if in response to her cries, her boss quickened his stroke, grunting and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his thick hard cock boring hard up into the hidden recesses of her womb. She had become a tender mass of exquisite pleasure and she could feel the most unbearable pressure building up inside her fluttering belly. Vaguely, in her trance of desire, the young girl was aware of his hands running over her naked body like searching tongues of fire, aware of his soft wet lips sucking at her spearing tongue, aware of the hot viscous friction of his naked rod of flesh fucking up into her willing cunt. She had become nothing more than that wetly pulsing passage of burning flesh clasping onto the older man's penis for dear life-that was it! This was the be-all and end-all of her life! All she wanted and waited for and needed was coming to her right now.
She had miscalculated. Whereas Maggie Reynolds, the athlete, the girl skier, could only win medals and money, Maggie Reynolds, the slut, could experience these mind-blowing sensations anytime there was a man to fuck her. Her whole world could be different. What she had believed to be ambition all during her adolescence was now shown to be only sublimated lust for a man's hotly thrusting penis.
"FUCK ME!" she cried. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" she egged him on, lurching up at him with her whole body to meet his hammering loins. "HARDER! OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!"
Panting and writhing beneath him, she heard his hot breath near her ear, but he didn't say anything. All his concentration now centered in her wetly grinding pussy below. His lust-driven cock was an unrelenting force raging up between her legs, making her tingle with electric desire from the tips of her toes to the top of her vivacious red-head.
She opened her eyes wide and stared up at the ceiling without seeing it.
"OH GOD-OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped out.
"Are you cumming, baby? Is your tight baby cunt creaming?" Vince Lombridge's sultry voice gasped hoarsely into her ear. His obscene language shook Maggie with another barrage of sensual shivers that sent her hurtling across the edge of release.
"OHHH GOD, YESSS, YESS! I'M CUMMING, CUMMING!" and even as she jerked and bucked against the muscular body of the older man, she felt his stiffened cock throb and grow larger still until it tensed like a vibrating snake inside her cunt, pumping hot thick sperm far up into her whitely quivering belly, their juices mingling lewdly inside her in a wet pool of bliss and lust she had never known could exist.
Over and over her cum-tightened cuntal muscles rippled against the tough yet tender skin of her employer's spending penis. Over and over again she ground her hungrily sucking pussy up and back and around the still sliding ramrod of Lombridge's penis. The passion-drenched folds of her secret flesh within grasped at the slowly deflating shaft of flesh and tried to hold it, to keep it there, forever like that-filling, thrilling, fulfilling. She felt as though she were caught suspended upon it, carried to the highest point of excitement where she lingered, lovingly, until at last there seemed no more strength left to feed her desire.
"Ummmm mmmmm!" At last Maggie's long lithe legs went limp, jerking convulsively and finally falling out to the sides as Vince Lombridge released his hold on her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as though it would burst! She had just been fragmented into a million separate instants of pure joy, but now the tide of her feelings was going down, and the temporarily forgotten wave of humiliation and shame returned to her, flooding her mind as she remembered where she was and the things Mr. Lombridge had made her say and do. With him lying on top of her with his softer but still thick penis buried to the hilt up inside her cum-flooded belly, she began to whimper with self-pity.
"What have I done?" she wailed, turning her face to the side.
Vince Lombridge pulled back out of her hotly clasping cunt, his deflating cock clipping from the tender wetness with a lewd loud sucking noise. He held himself poised above her, panting hard, himself dazed by the degree of intensity he had reached during the peak of raping the tender young skier. He was glad his friend Harry had suggested this young beauty for the club, and he was already looking forward to accomplishing more varied sexual acts with her during the winter season. He knew she would never leave the job because of what had happened to her with him and before that with his son, Tod. She was hooked on fucking for good, whether she knew it herself or not. Once a woman was fucked like that, he thought, with or without her willing cooperation, she would never be satisfied again unil she could again get a man's hard-rock cock deep inside her spreading pussy. And the way this inexperienced young red-head had lost all control under him was a testament to the fact that she had that little touch of whore he could always find in a woman, and further proof of the fact that he knew how to get the best out of his sturdy cock.
As Tod Lombridge lifted his satiated body up from the young girl, he saw large tears begin to well up in her green eyes but he wasn't concerned. Now she was ashamed because of how easily she had given herself to him but later on, if he played his cards right, he'd have her eating out of his hands.
"Come on, baby girl, don't cry. This is the way you're gonna get what you want," the older man told her reassuringly as he dressed. "If every man on the committee got a little of that, you'd have no problems getting into the Olympics, believe me!" Lombridge thought about the members of the committee and knew that certainly was the truth, although there were a couple of men wouldn't even know what to do with it, if they got it. One was a minister, the other was definitely on the fruity side.
Maggie looked up from the couch, she couldn't tell now if the older man was joking or not. Oh he was handsome though, she thought as she looked at him, he was certainly the best lay she'd ever had. This was only her second time and already she knew she was born to be a slut!
"I was only joking baby, you won't have to do that. Although I'm telling you it wouldn't do any harm to give Jack Shultz a little of what you've got."
"Wh-what?" Maggie blurted out. Did Mr. Lombridge actually think she'd give someone her body in exchange for an Olympic recommendation.
"Don't play innocent honey, I just said it wouldn't do any harm to give Jack Shultz a little go. He's the one who officially will present your name to the steering committee. He'd be pretty hard to turn on though the old goat, but I'm sure once you got him going-whew, watch out."
Vince Lombridge suddenly realized that he was talking to this innocent young girl as if she were a sophisticated woman. He'd better watch his step after all he wanted to screw this hot little bitch again himself.
"I'm sorry, my dear, forgive me," Lombridge said as he smoothed his shirt into perfect order. He now stood completely clothed before the gorgeous young red-head. He couldn't help but smile at the picture of perfect innocence she made sitting on the couch, her naked body placed so daintily, her arms hugging her fully blossomed breasts and her thighs nipped together in childish innocence. I wonder what's going on in her pretty little head, he mused. Maybe she's more calculating than I think.
The smart young red-head had just realized something very important to her future career. Not only had she fucked this older man without a qualm but she realized she was perfectly willing to fuck other older men, and she also realized that the thought of it was exciting to her and made her pussy tingle with anticipation She threw a calculated sensual smile at the older man at the same time slowly tracing her thighs and waist with her fingertips bringing them up at last over her taut, up-thrust ripe breasts.
"Oh baby, you learn fast," the older man told her in a deep throaty voice. And as he watched her rise from the couch and place her legs widespread on the rug he felt his drained cock begin to throb with new life. She threw her voluptuous breasts towards him in a defiant gesture and looking down at the pert red little triangle he had fucked so recently he couldn't believe his eyes, it looked as if she were ready for another round of the same.
Maggie, however, had another thought in her mind. Now was the time to talk business. She wriggled into her silky black dress making sure to turn her tantalizing buttocks towards the older man as she did. She d show him she wasn't a slave to her body-at least not yet.
"When can I meet .-his man from the steering committee," the red-head said casually minutes later as she perched herself on the corner of a nearby desk.
Holy Christ! I've never seen anything like her, thought the older man. He scrutinized her minutely for signs of possible madness, no he couldn't detect any. She was just incredibly ambitious, much more so than he had realized. Nothing would stop her from winning, he could see that now.
That was, unless she came to be permanently addicted to sex. After what had just happened he began to have serious doubts about her career, at first he'd thought differently, but now...
"Relax baby, and have another Brandy. Tomorrow is Sunday, enjoy yourself while you can, you begin work in earnest on Monday so I want you to be rested. Monday I'll get in touch with Shultz. Until then just relax."
"Oh fine," the young girl said enthusiastically. Maggie could still feel a little twinge of humiliation deep inside of her but she knew it would pass. She'd just passed some kind of test, she wouldn't have another one like that for quite a while.
Deep inside of herself Maggie Reynolds knew that she had just passed a test and had moved to an entirely new level of existence. Before she had wondered what it would be like to be a woman, now she was one. Before there had always been something missing.
Now she was sure.
She was a woman, her life had just begun!
CHAPTER FIVE
The first day went really well for Maggie. She had a children's ski class all morning long and she had really enjoyed teaching them. Word had already got around that a fantastic new ski coach was at the Squaw Valley Ski Club and mothers had been calling all morning long to reserve time for their darlings. She had a quick run down the slopes herself after lunch and then took a class of older men and women later in the afternoon. All day long she thought about her impending engagement that evening with Jack Shultz.
Vince Lombridge had arranged that he would take Maggie to meet Shultz in the committee room at seven o'clock that evening. Maggie took a light supper and after a quick shower dressed herself in a deep blue floral mini dress. She looked at herself in the mirror to see how Mr. Shultz would see her, and was pleased with what she saw. Good body, long shapely legs, firm buttocks, good breasts, he'll like me for sure. She had her doubts about using her body to get what she wanted but she ignored them for the most part. She'd go on with her plan and if things didn't work out, then she'd go to college or something.
The committee room was long and narrow, conforming to the shape of the oak table running almost its full length. There were about twenty-five chairs around the table, all of them empty, except for one at the head of the room.
"Lock the door, Miss Reynolds," the man said in cold austere tones. Maggie obeyed and started to move towards the older man.
"Stop," he commanded and Maggie did as she was told. From where she stood it was hard to make out what the older man looked like, his face was obviously wrinkled and his hair once black, now had streaks of gray running through it. He was probably quite handsome and virile looking but was definitely on the other side of good looking now.
"Walk for me Miss Reynolds, it reveals a lot about a person's character when they walk. Judges can tell a lot by your walk."
Maggie felt very apprehensive about the whole affair. In the first place the man at the end of the table sounded so cold and aloof.
"No, no, not like that. Step on the table please Miss Reynolds so I can see you better."
Maggie looked at the older man for approval and he smiled faintly and nodded his head.
"That's right, now walk towards me slowly," he commanded. Maggie noticed that the older man was breathing rather heavily as she approached him.
"Yes, very nice, very nice indeed," Jack Shultz muttered to himself as he watched the luscious red-head sway her seductive body before him. Shultz felt the first twinge of desire begin to swirl down in his loins as he watched the girl's long stockinged legs and her trim yet well rounded hips. Her pert up-thrust young breasts bounced oh so deliciously under the thin material of her deep blue mini-dress bringing even more excitement to his quivering cock.
Jack Shultz looked at the young girl and thought to himself that maybe this time Vince Lombridge was right. This delicious little red-head did seem to be doing something to him. It had been getting more and more difficult for him to be aroused by women, even though Lombridge had sent enough of them his way. It was hard to understand what had happened to him, all his life he'd been driven by women and now of late, nothing, no woman could arouse him enough to harden his cock for a good fuck. Shultz had begin to think he'd had it.
Maggie had reached half-way down the table when Shultz commanded her to stop.
"That's right, stop there. Turn around I want to see you from the back."
Maggie was close enough now to see that indeed Shultz was older than she thought. That's good, she thought, at least he won't demand more than I can give. Maggie turned around and notice that Shultz was breathing heavily, also that he was doing something on his lap. Finally, he stopped whatever he was doing and looked at her eyes again.
"Come closer Miss Reynolds," he whispered.
"My dear I want to come straight to the point, at my age I don't like to dally around." as he spoke the older man looked intently into her eyes.
"You're an exciting young woman, Miss Reynolds and I certainly would like to help you, if you'll do a little something for me." Slowly the older man removed his hands from his lap and the young red-head eyes almost popped out of her head at the side of the committee chairman's exposed, long slightly swollen penis. It was partly erect and was quivering snake like between his legs. Maggie sucked in a deep breath as she realized how big it was now, that cock erected she thought would be the biggest she had yet.
"Mr. Shultz, what are you talking about," the young girl's speech faltered as she realized how lustfully she was positioned above him.
"Don't worry my dear, I'll explain," the older man told her in calm tones. "Sit here in front of me," he said patting the table.
Maggie did as she was told and sat down nervously on the table in front of her, situating herself so as to give the older man an open view up into her panty-clad pussy. He in turn licking his lips greedily as he looked up her luscious thighs.
"I've been trying hard to remember what I've been turned on by in the past, he began. "This morning I remembered my first love affair with a woman and I dug this out of a battered old suitcase in the basement of my house, when I heard you were coming to see me."
He took an old photograph in sepia tones out of his briefcase and held it up for Maggie to see. The picture was of a woman holding an old fashioned bicycle. She was wearing an extremely short skirt and was bending over to adjust one of the peddles on her bicycle. Her face was turned towards the camera as if caught in the act and a surprised, puckered expression covered her mouth. The round half-moons of her buttocks were encased in sheet white panties, revealing the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks and the beginning of her pussy could almost be seen peeking through the sheer fabric. Her thighs were clenched together and everything about the picture sobbed, fuck me!
"I was twelve years old when I stole this photograph from my uncle's house," Shultz said in a faraway voice. I studied this picture until I knew every inch of her flesh, she had no secrets from me." The older man looked at the young girl to see if she thought he was crazy and then went on, "That little filly really used to turn me on I can tell you."
Maggie was totally mystified as to what he wanted to do but deduced to be patient and wait and see.
"Miss Reynolds, would you mind posing for me like this," the older man said with the beginnings of a drool crossing his lips, as he remembered how he used to jerk off four and five times a day with this photograph, and how even now at the thought of it his cock was beginning to stir strongly as if in remembrance.
Maggie looked at the older man as if he had gone totally out of his mind. But she decided to comply anyway and slipping off the table she assumed the pose exactly as it was in the photograph. Maggie held her legs together like the girl, her calves curing out from where they touched each other, her softly rounded things pressed modestly together and her firm young buttocks thrust out toward the older man's face behind her. Then she turned to look at him sitting in his chair.
Jack Shultz's enthralled eyes bore into her scantily covered ass-cheeks feeling the lust mounting in his already hardened cock. This was better than he had dreamed of. The round moon-shape of the girl's buttocks was hidden from sight only by the thin surface of her sheer panties and it was almost as if she were naked.
"Yes, I used to stand in front of this picture and jack myself off," the older man confessed to the young girl. As he talked his hand moved up and down the length of his hardening penis, wrapping his fingers around the swollen flesh to tease the foreskin up and down over the bloated tip-end. Maggie watched with mixed feelings of horror and fascination as he worked his shaft into even greater proportions. Why not please the old boy, she thought, he wasn't asking much after all she'd gone through. And with this though in mind Maggie Reynolds threw herself wholeheartedly into the drama.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she cooed back at him, pursing her lips into a sensual pout just like the girl in the picture, her flashing green eyes fastened to his hand slipping up and down on his still swelling penis. The vivacious young red-head swayed her enticing buttocks from side to side to further excite the older man and as she did so his hand began jerking up and down faster.
"Oh my, this is good," he drooled as he watched her tantalizing buttocks swaying back and forth before his greedy eyes. "The big moment would be when I was about to cum and I would move right up to her pretty little ass and spurt all over her," the older man continued, "At the same time that Shultz was masturbating he was getting up from his chair and moving closer to the upturned buttocks until he stood only inches away from her.
"What I always wished I could do was this"' she heard him say behind her back. His hugely expanding cock was out of her line of sight now up close behind her thinly protected buttocks, and she felt a tiny shiver of fear pass through her body.
Maggie wished she knew for sure what he wanted to do she had heard stories of all kinds of perversions from some of the bolder girls at high school, and she was beginning to wonder if this strange older man had something like that in mind for her.
"I always wanted to be able to peel her panties down off smooth white ass like this," he went on. The young girl shuddered slightly as his fingers reached up under the hem of her mini-skirt and found the narrow elastic waistband of her panties. Slowly and deliberately he slipped them down over the young girl's upraised white buttocks, his now fully hardened cock jerking with excitement in his right hand as her narrow nether crevice came into view. Gradually the whole of the twin mounds were nakedly exposed to his view, the sheer material of the pantyhose rolled halfway down Maggie's tensely quivering thighs.
It was then that the young red-head felt his fingertips playing over her defenselessly bare buttocks, pausing briefly to tease at her tiny puckered anus before teasing down along the narrow crevice to burrow in between the smooth softness of her upper thighs. She felt an unexpected tingle of excitement from the lewd intrusion he was making up between her inner thighs, and a small moan escaped her lips when she felt his exploring middle finger tease its way into the moist tender flesh of her vaginal opening.
"I always dreamed of spreading her thighs apart like this from behind and shoving my hard prick right up into her cunt," the chairman of the steering committee said, panting for breath now that he was on the verge of having an old fantasy come true.
His fingers were softly manipulating Maggie's quivering clitoral bud, while at the same time he spread his hand to force her trembling thighs wider apart. The man's lewdly droning words were causing explainable little flutters of obscene delight down in Maggie's loins, or perhaps it was his gently stroking finger which slipped occasionally into the moistening hot entrance to her pussy. Whatever it was that caused it, Maggie's body was beginning to respond in spite of her persisting fears, the secretions of her desire beginning to flow freely from the inner walls of her vagina. The red-head's flexing and relaxing buttocks jiggled from side to side as she undulated her torso before Shultz's greedily watching eyes.
Maggie's face was still turned back to him over her shoulder, watching the expressions of rising lust passing over his craggy features. Suddenly a cruel glint appeared in his eyes and the older man compressed his lips into a sadistic little grin.
"I used to think about how her pretty little smile would change into a twist of pain as soon as I had filled her with my hard-on," he growled up behind her. At that moment Shultz moved forward and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock up between her soft inner thighs, setting it into place with his fingertips at the slightly spread opening of her cunt. Holding his throbbing hardness in place at the hot little mouth with one hand, the lascivious older man used his other hand to stretch the curl-rimmed pink flanges of the young girl's pussy out to each side, giving his lust-stiffened cock greater access to her palpitating cuntal softness.
Maggie felt his heated rigidity firmly lodged up between her thighs, ready to spear up into her nakedly back-thrust vagina, and her whole body quivered from fear and lewd anticipation. She still remembered the endless sensations she had felt when she was cumming on Vince Lombridge's penis and the thought of being fucked again by a different man much older than she-and like this, dog-fashion-was suddenly filling her with a degree of passion that made her squirm back against the great rod of rock-hard flesh set in place between her legs.
There was a little more pressure, and Maggie felt the tiny opening stretching painfully from the huge bulbous thickness of his cock-head. She wondered for a moment if she would be able to take it inside her from the back that way. It was so big and she had never dreamed of doing it this way. It might hurt!
"No, wait," she said, suddenly changing her mind about going along with whatever he wanted.
But it was too late. Sensing her reluctance even before she had spoken, the chairman had moved his hands onto the red-head's hips and held her tightly in his vise-like grip. Now that he had this little bitch in front of him, with his aching cock poised to plunge up into her moist little cunt, he wasn't about to let her get away. This was a chance of a lifetime.
Shultz flexed his buttocks and lunged forward from the tips of his toes, sending his throbbing hard rock ramming up into the moist fleshy tightness of the young girl's unprepared pussy until he was all the way into the hilt. He could feel the narrow walls of her cunt rippling softly around his pulsating shaft as the cruelly expanded passage adjusted itself to his thickness.
"Ohh, baby, you did it!" Shultz groaned down at her, enjoying the squirming of her naked buttocks as she tried to escape the brutal impalement.
"Oaaagh! It's so big. It hurts!" the young red-head winced in agony, the tresses of her long red hair whipping back and forth on the polished table top as she tossed her head from side to side. Not content to wait for her to get used to his hardness buried up in the very depths of her belly, the chairman began slipping relentlessly in and out of her warm enveloping cuntal passage. Maggie winced and moaned from the painful friction inside her searing hot vagina, but her will to fight this lascivious ravishment of her loins from the rear was gone, driven away with the first skewering thrust of Mr. Shultz's hard cock deep in her defenseless belly. As though the tip of her cervix were a switch to turn her on, a salacious thrill of excitement ran through her that left no room in mind for pain. All that was left now was the hard pumping rod of flesh hurtling into her from behind, stretching and filling her yielding cunt beyond belief.
"Fuck back! Fuck your ass back!" Maggie heard the older man gasp behind her, and she passionately surrendered her will to his, screwing her squirming buttocks tightly back against his pounding thighs.
She felt a cold sharp sensation when she inadvertently touched the tender skin of her inner thighs on his metal zipper, but she only broke her rhythm a split second catching up with his quickening strokes immediately.
Shultz was grunting above and behind her now like a rutting animal, his long unspent load of cum beginning to swirl heatedly down deep in his testicles. He had thought he would feel tired before now, but his body felt like a tightly wound spring about to snap as he stroked faster and faster up into her wetly grinding pussy. The little bitch didn't look like it, but she was a real fucking whore the way she sent her cunt sucking back after his hotly plunging rod. Maddening little ripples of flesh ran back and forth inside her moistly screwing pussy, working like tiny hands to milk the white-hot sperm out of his swollen cock. She was so hot she had already reached the verge of cumming, a thought that put the older man over the hump and on the way to his own orgasm.
Maggie felt him fucking harder and harder up between her legs, then the rapid jerking of his wetly sluicing cock told her he was about to finish and she knew she had made it. She had made it!
"Ohhh, cum', cum, darling," she cooed back at him with her lips pursed in a lewd pout. Her right hand reached back between the conference table and her slightly spread thighs and fondled his testicles each time they slapped up against her quivering buttocks. "Oh lover, I want you to fill me with your sticky white semen, give me your lewd cum deep inside my cunt. Oh, cum, darling, cummmmmmmm!"
When Shultz hear that, it pushed him right over the edge and he gasped. "Christ! I'm cumming, baby! Here it comes!" The older man's penis went into spasms of ecstasy, spurting again and again inside her violently quivering vagina.
The Maggie felt hot flashes darting through her loins and she moaned out loud as her own orgasm coincided with his. Shultz's think slippery cock pounded into her time and time again in rhythm with his grunting voice behind her until finally he slammed his pelvis up tight against her flexing buttocks and held her there pinned on his throbbing penis.
"Oh God, of God," she was whimpering in front of him. The young girl was surprised that she had had an orgasm. She had not been excited by the prospect of making love with this old man at all, but nevertheless she had once again lost control of herself and reacted like a cheap two-dollar whore.
The steering committee chairman leaned away from the cushion of her buttocks and watched his now limp penis slip wetly out of her widely expanded cunt. There was a small sucking noise as the softening cock-head came free of the clasping pink pussy lips, followed then by a thin trail of sticky white semen seeping from the battered opening.
Dropping back into his chair with a deep moan of satiation, the older man suddenly felt very sleepy from the exquisite fatigue flooding his body. His eyes still fastened on the young girl's nakedly exposed ass-cheeks he smiled a smile of deep satisfaction.
"Miss Reynolds I will recommend your name to the committee the first thing in the morning, yes indeed, it will be my pleasure," the older man said in triumphant tones. "Oh yes, if I may give you a little advice, don't neglect Mr. Jed White if you are really serious about the Olympics. He's the president of the Committee and his word is final."
Maggie was still dazed and found it difficult to fully understand what the older man was saying. However, she slowly began to dress, pulling her panties back over her soft white buttocks. She could still feel the sticky cum dripping between her inner thighs, it felt lewd and obscene at the same time as feeling deeply exciting and she rubbed her legs together to feel it even more. Too bad if anyone noticed the stain on her dress, they could think what they wanted for all she cared.
"Mr. Shultz, please don't misunderstand me, I didn't do this so I could get the club's nomination-I wouldn't want you to think that. . . "
The older man smiled reassuringly at the young girl and gave her a knowing wink. This little cunt's going to go a long way he thought. Although she'd better watch out, in case she gets more than she bargained for.
"Don't worry Miss Reynolds, this is our little secret," the older man said carefully, letting the young girl know with his eyes that she was to definitely keep her mouth shut about the whole event.
"Oh don't worry Mr. Shultz, I won't mention it to a soul. Thank you, thank you for everything."
CHAPTER SIX
Vince Lombridge and his son Tod had spent the morning playing pool together and they were now having a light lunch and discussing their favorite subject: sex. At this moment they were obviously on the verge of a heated argument.
"Are you trying to tell me something you old bastard, because if you are you'd better come right out with it," Tom Lombridge told his father in more than furious tones.
"Don't get so heated up Tod, all I'm telling you is that I'm a better fuck than you are," the older man said in sneering tones, 'just look at that little red-headed bitch, she got something from me that she didn't get from you that's obvious."
The young boy was furious at his father's sense of superiority and determined that this subject could be cleared up once and for all.
"Well father the only way we're going to solve this is to put it to the test."
"How's that, what are you talking about the older man said perking up his ears. He was definitely ready to have another go at the red-heads juicy little cunt. Over the years he'd learned how to get the most out of a pussy, making sure the girl was really ready to explode before he plunged finally into his belly spilling his semen deep inside of her. It made him feel good to know he'd made the girl cum just as fantastically as he had.
"We'll have a contest, father--we'll fuck her both at the same time take turns on her. Then we'll judge the best performance as to who can go the longest, etc.
The older man's eyes lit up, this was something new. Many times they had fucked the same girl but at different times but now his son was suggesting a regular gang-bang. Well he was ready for anything and he licked his lips in anticipation. "Great idea son," the older man said enthusiastically. "Don't forget the dope, the little bitch really gets turned on."
"Okay, you're on, we'll fix it up for next Friday night. Make sure, you leave the whole evening free."
The young boy looked at his father and saw himself mirrored there, wasn't too bad of a prospect to be like the old boy, he was still banging away as much as ever. Yes, sir the old boy was as lecherous as ever. Old age wasn't so bad after all.
At the same time as Vince Lombridge and his son Tod were making plans for their gang-bang, a white Lotus Elite was speeding through the Sierras. Maggie Reynolds couldn't take her eyes off the speedometer, although they were driving along incredibly tortuous roads their speed hadn't dropped beneath eighty-five miles an hour. At the wheel of the sports car was Jed White President of the committee. He was having great difficulty at this point in concentrating on the road having already drunk a great deal of Brandy, and was at this moment holding the bottle up to his lips.
After a while the President took his eyes off the road to check out the gorgeous young red-head sitting next to him. He ran his eyes over her tempting body, her long slender legs exposed up to her firm young upper thighs, and reaching her full, well-rounded breasts he sucked in his breath. So ripe to suck he thought and he scanned her tight sweater, for sure she wasn't wearing a thing underneath.
White was almost forty years old but he was still an incredibly handsome man. Notorious in the district for women and fast cars, he had quite a reputation. He unscrewed the plastic penis-shaped knob on the gearshift and mused about what he'd like to do with it, or what he'd like it to do to the luscious little red-head sitting next to him.
From all he had heard this little cunt would stop at nothing to get into the Olympics and he, for sure, was going to find out if that was true. She looked so innocent, it was hard to believe all the stories he'd heard about her still you never could tell ...
"Pull your dress up," the older man ordered her sternly.
At first Maggie didn't think she'd heard correctly and so she didn't obey but when the older man began to swerve the car all over the road and curse under his breath, "you bitch do as I say, right now," she knew she'd better obey, or else.
"Pull it up over your head you little cunt, pull it up," Jed White said holding the wheel with one hand and jerking on her dress with the other.
Afraid to disobey him the trembling young girl hiked her dress up and exposed her scanty black panties and her thighs.
"All the way up, I said," the older man said in threatening tones. Maggie was frightened and amazed at the intensity of the man, it was the first time he'd even spoken to her since she got into the car over forty-five minutes ago. She knew he wanted something from her but this was not what she expected. her dress up around he waist, exposing her loins and her softly rounded belly to his hungry eyes. At least he could stop the car, she thought.
"I wanna see your cunt, take your panties off and prop your leg up on the seat," he ordered her. He swerved the car dangerously near to the edge of the road to make her realized he meant what he said. "Listen baby, either you do what I say, or you'll walk home and we're miles from the nearest town. Show me your little cunt, or freeze it off, your choice."
"S-sure Mr. White," the young girl trembled taking off her black panties as quickly as possible. She felt a strange thrill when her buttocks and thighs touched the cold leather seat of the car but she quickly raised her leg over the seat exposing all of her moist red curly pussy to his sadistic eyes.
"Better," he growled as he felt his cock throbbing to life inside his pants. "Now spread the lips of your cunt wide open."
Maggie responded as if in a dream. The coldness of his words shocked her but she responded anyway. Spreading the tiny pink folds of pussy flesh back with her first and third fingers, she let her extended middle finger lie lightly over her swollen clitoral bud and the tiny little mouth of her vagina. Small droplets of moisture were beginning to form in the narrow valley, glistening in the setting sun.
White licked his lips sensually as he watched the girl touching herself. "Now then baby, finger-fuck your little cunt until it gets good and hot," it didn't take long for White to see that the girl really liked touching herself and pretty soon he saw the tip of her middle finger disappear fully up into the moistly expanding opening of her cunt-he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Quickly he unzipped his pants and freed his already pulsating cock and pulling back the seat at the same time to give himself more room.
Lasciviously the older man began to stroke his huge cock, pulling the outer skin up and down over the bulbous head. His loins felt as if they were on fire now from the sight of the red-head's exciting little cunt and he pressed the gas pedal even harder causing the car to swerve on the road so dangerously that the young girl began to gasp for breath, so panicked was she.
All the time the incensed older man took quick glimpses of the young girl dipping her middle finger in and out of her moist little cunt and when he saw that she was really aroused, the president took his hand from his penis and stretched out his legs.
"Suck my cock, baby," he commanded her.
Maggie could hardly believe her eyes, nor could she believe what was happened to her inside. She was excited as she had never been before, the act the president was performing was so lewd and erotic to her that her whole body was on fire.
Without a moment's hesitation the young red-head got on the floor of the car and leaned over until his throbbing shaft was only inches from her mouth. Her fingers continued to massage the by now fully swollen clitoris while White's hand slipped up over her back and caressed her nakedkly up-thrust buttocks. He explored the widespread crevice between her firm round ass-cheeks until his middle finger found the tiny puckered opening of her anus. Teasingly he circled the right little rubbery ring, pressing softly inward and then retreating again as his own hand continued to work furiously up between her legs.
Maggie suddenly remembered that White was still driving the car with this other hand and glancing up she saw that the car was now up to ninety. Jesus Christ! he'd kill them both!
"Suck my prick baby," he commanded.
The amazed young girl looked at the rock-hard cock throbbing in front of her eyes and wondered how she could put such hugeness into her mouth. White slammed his foot on the accelerator. "I said suck my prick, baby," this time his tone was more threatening. "Suck it, I said," with his hand still playing around the girl's nakedly exposed buttocks the impatient president thrust his middle finger brutally up into the depths of the seventeen year old girl's small defenseless anus.
"Agggh!" the young girl jerked in sudden pain. "Stop! It hurts! I'll do it! Whatever you say. I'll do it!"
"Now!" he insisted, pushing his finger up past the second knuckle in her squirming rectum.
"Ohhhh! All right!" she agreed, feeling the speeding car slow back to a slightly safer speed.
Maggie knew for sure she'd have to do this and she wanted it to be as quick as possible otherwise he'd kill them both. She lowered her face slowly to her hungry penis until she could see the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the glands at the end. With her right hand she began stroking the softly palpitating shaft, slipping the thick foreskin back and forth so tantalizingly that White groaned with pleasure above her. Maggie had a lot of practice with this with her boyfriend Chuck, she knew how to use her hands on a cock, although Chuck had never forced her to suck him, he'd wanted it but she had never done it. Until now she had felt it was too humiliating and debasing to even think about.
The older man was having a hard time keeping the lust in his loins under control and steer the car at the same time. His obscenely buried finger caused her to jerk her buttocks again as he shoved it still farther inside and twisted it painfully up in her sensitive rectum. Impatiently White lifted his pelvis to bring his pulsing cock closer to her hovering mouth, and when she still didn't move to put her lips over it, her jerked his finger roughly back out of her plundered anus, bringing another cry of pain from her throat. Then he clutched her flaming red hair in his fingers and with tantalizing slowness forced her to drop lower and lower, until her resistance finally gave way and her wetly parted lips opened around his massive hardness, enclosing the tip inside her mouth with a warm moist pressure.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he breathed out his satisfaction, his mind reeling with excitement as he felt the moist softness of her tongue swirling experimentally over the throbbing tip of his lust-driven hard cock. Involuntarily he began moving, his buttocks flexing automatically up and down, fucking into the young red-heads hungrily sucking mouth.
Maggie knew that the only thing to do was to make him cum as soon as possible and get it over with. She felt her stomach retch at the thought of his sticky hot semen spewing into her mouth. She felt is if the massive blood-engorged shart plunging into her mouth would choke her to death, and she fought desperately to keep the hot fluids from seeping into her throat. Her right hand milked hungrily at his cum-boated balls still inside his trousers in an effort to bring him quickly to the bursting point.
Suddenly Maggie began to notice, much to her astonishment, that he had begun to enjoy it!
White's obscenely pumping member flipping wetly in and out of her ovaled lips sent fires of lust racing over Maggie's breasts and belly and down into the upturned slit of her moistening pussy. Gently she began undulating her buttocks up behind her, mewling soft low animal sounds around his lunging penis.
As her voracious sucking intensified and her hands rhythmically kneaded his sperm-filled balls, White felt the exploding point drawing near; he could not possibly hold out much longer. Great swirls of heat were building up deep inside his up-thrusting loins as she sucked in fury on his heatedly tingling cock as if her very life depended upon it.
Groaning with the maddening fire she was creating inside his loins, White stared ahead almost blindly at the road which was becoming more and more difficult to follow as he gave his attention over to what she was doing. Suddenly he saw a huge green and white sign indicating an entrance to the nearby freeway and he realized they had passed through an entire mountain pass without either of them noticing the scenery. With his left hand he jerked the steering wheel and spun wildly onto the ramp way. Maggie tried to pull away from him but he clamped his hand tighter over her hair and held her head securely in position.
Finally the white sports car wheeled onto the open freeway and White put his foot to the floor.
His hand still fastened the young girls hand down to his mouth-filling cock and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that they were now up to one hundred miles an hour. The frightened young girl now realized that they were out on the open freeway and so she redoubled her efforts on his pulsing penis. She had to get this over this, it was either do or die and she knew it. Now mewls and hums of fervent pleading for him to cum were bubbling steadily out around his lunging penis as she slaved against time.
Suddenly she heard him gasping above her as if he were about to pass out, followed by the staccato jerking of his cock, and she tasted the first thick hot spurts of her sperm gushing from the swollen tip of her cock into the moistly sucking sanctuary of her mouth.
Maggies cheeks expended as if she were blowing up a balloon while the white-hot streams of semen continued spurting against the back of her throat in a steady rhythmic torrent. The girl went on hungrily sucking to the end, her Adam's apple bobbing crazily up and down as she struggled to swallow every obscene drop in order to keep from choking-completely heedless now of the fact that the wildly weaving car was topping one hundred and twenty miles an hour. All she could think of was emptying his massively ejaculating shaft as he thrust it up into her mouth and throat as far as it was humanly possible to go and she coughed and gurgles on the scalding sperm puffing out her cheeks to overflowing.
Jed White was ecstatic, never had he felt anything like it. His wild orgasm slowly began to subside now and his think shaft began to deflate. He'd never driven so fast before and had a chick suck his cock and the thrill had almost been more than he could take. He felt like another split second and they'd both have been hurtling over the dividing strip of the freeway.
Maggie allowed his wetly glistening cock to slip from her exhausted mouth and she slid back into her seat. Now all she could think about was satisfying her hot little cunt and she was desperately trying to cram her fingers inside herself. At the sight of this the older man threw her an obscene grin and unscrewed the knob of the gearshift.
"Let me see you do it with this, baby," he purred.
Maggie needed nothing to persuade her now so hot to cum was she and grabbing the penis-shaped plastic knob she slipped it quickly up into the ready wetness of her pinkly glistening cunt. The red-head now began to fuck herself with incredible intensity. Her mouth was hanging open and her lashed from one side of the seat to the other as her orgasm mounted. And obscene sucking sounds were heard as she jammed the penis-knob faster and faster up into her gyrating cunt and then with a long, sensual moan she came. "Aahhhhhh! Yes!" she moaned as she pushed the hard plastic knob deep down inside her throbbing cunt and held it there.
The car was silent now except for the young girl breathing heavily besides the satisfied man and as he looked at her form spreading lewdly across his car seat, he said lewdly. "Yeah, baby doll, that's the way I like it. You're okay kid."
The exhausted red-head glanced at the older man's lewd face grinning over her and she thought. Fucking was really what it was all about-that's what all these men are showing me.
Maggie smiled back at the older man, licking the sticky white semen on her lips with sensual pleasure to show him she really knew just what he was talking about.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vince Lombridge, owner of the Squaw Valley Ski Club mixed himself another drink and reflected on the past week's happenings. What a week it had been strangely enough the energy of the whole club had accelerated since Maggie Reynolds had arrived. Lombridge gazed through the large picture window in his sitting room out to the crisp white ski slopes and chuckled to himself when he thought of Maggie. That little bitch sure fucked her way to the top, he mused, only to blow the preliminary ski event. She was so out of it from fucking that she lost to a group of second-rate skiers. What a joke!
That's what you get, thought Lombridge sadistically to himself, when you spend so much time on your back! As he stood lost in thought Maggie Reynolds entered the sitting room and as Lombridge caught sight of her in the window he reflected to himself, she might be out of shape for skiing but for fucking she's A-l plus.
Lombridge greeted the vivacious young red-heard warmly and handed her a drink. Might cheer her up, he thought, she looks a little depressed. No wonder she's down in the dumps though, her dreams have flown out of the window as well as her virginity. She probably should have stayed at home.
"Maggie how do you feel about staying on here after the ski season is over. You say you're a good swimmer and we certainly could use you as a lifeguard when the lake thaws. Besides that we could use you in many different ways around the place."
Maggie Reynolds suddenly felt a tremendous sense of elation she had wondered how Mr. Lombridge was going to re-act to her poor showing at the ski trials yesterday, she thought they'd probably send her home immediately.
Trying to send as calm and collected as possible, Maggie said, "I'd like that very much Vince."
Maggie had spent many hours of the previous night tossing and turning, trying to sort out in her mind all the events of the past week. One thing was for certain she had discovered a whole new part of herself that she hardly knew existed, she was erotic, sensual woman and she had been hiding this fact from herself all along. She felt a whole new sense of security about herself and who she was now, being a champion skier didn't seem to matter as much as having the new found power at her disposal. She realized she really enjoyed the power of her body and what it could bring her from men.
She looked at Vince Lombridge affectionately, she owed everything to him and to his son Tod. She shivered with excitement as she realized why she was her, to make love to two men at the same time thrilled her beyond words. She had a few scores to settle with Tod Lombridge for his brutality of the other night but after that was over, the sky was the limit. She had already decided that she would make Tod think that his father was a better lover than himself, that was bound to make him suffer and the young girl laughed sadistically at the thought of her revenge.
The telephone rang at the moment to interrupt her thoughts. It was Tod Lombridge calling his father to tell him that Chuck Bradley, Maggie's high school sweetheart had turned up at the club. "You should she him Pop, school sweater, the whole bit, he's really quite a hick. Apparently he's got some idea about working here to be close to Maggie," said Tod with a sneer.
The older man's eyes narrowed as if he were looking directly into the near future, some new plan was brewing in his mind.
"Okay Tod, look why don't you give me about thirty minutes, then come in."
"Now listen Dad all I want you to do is to get the little bitch ready but wait for me-do you hear, don't start without me," the young boy said anxiously.
"Of course I'll wait for you," the older man lied with relish. "Look, I've got a good idea come in and then let the kid stumble on us a little later, he's bound to get curious when he hear's all the noise."
"You're the boss, Pops, if that's the way you want it, that's the way it'll be."
Vince Lombridge hung up the telephone and glanced anxiously around at the young first to see if she had been listening to his conversation, much to his liking she was lost in thought browsing through a pile of records.
"Maggie baby, why don't you choose some music," the older man said solicitously.
The young girl chose a recording of The Rolling Stones, her favorite group, they were so sexy.
The older man turned the volume up high so that they wouldn't be disturbed by the sound of anyone coming into the room. "By the way that was Tod on the telephone, He's delayed for a little while. He said for us to go ahead, smoke a joint, relax and hell be in later."
"Suits me," said Maggie, with obvious pleasure. This was a perfect way to get her own back on the young boy. When he comes into the room and sees me fucking his father before him, hell blow his cool and I'll be able to see him suffer, the young red-head thought sadistically.
The club owner and the vivacious young red-head smoked a big fat joint and then the girl, stirred to immediately sensuality began to dance seductively around the room, stripping her clothes slowly for her already aroused employer.
"Christ! she's hot stuff tonight, thought the club owner and as he watched her unzip her dress and drop it to the floor he swiftly picked up the startled girl and carried her into the bedroom, leaving the door partially open so that they could still hear the music.
"I want to fuck you baby, right now, I want to fuck you before Tod gets her," the older man said in a hoarse whisper. And immediately they both started stripping their clothes, the older man looked down greedily at her breasts as they spilled out of her brassiere and the excited her triangle of her pussy and it popped out of her little pink panties. The young girl hardly felt as if she were in her body, rather that she was floating on a cloud. She rolled seductively on the bed thrusting her tantalizing young body up at her employer, fully enjoying the power of her new-found role.
Lombridge could hardly believe his eyes as the so recently innocent young virgin squirmed and wriggled in front of him. Taking his long thick penis in his hands he began to stroke it and without any indication to the young red-head as soon as she rolled over onto her stomach to throw his entire weight on top of her.
The young red-head squirmed underneath his weight, her flattened breasts sinking into the bedspread. Up behind up rapidly passionately clenching buttocks she could feel the thick length of her boss's pulsating cock lying in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks. The young girl began to giggle uncontrollably from the effects of the marijuana as his hands played maddeningly with her breasts. She could feel his hot moist lips passing over the naked skin of her back and shoulders, and then finally his mouth found her ear and he thrust his tongue wetly into the tiny shell-like opening. Goosebumps-chills of desire flitted over Maggie's smooth white skin from the hot moistness inside her sensitive ear and she wriggled her tautly fleshed buttocks up against his blood-swollen cock.
"Up on your knees, baby," he growled with his lips touching her skin. "I want to fuck you dog-fashion."
Feeling desirable and tractable as a tame animal, Maggie followed the tugging of his hands at her hips raised up on her knees, her face turned to the side of the bedspread, her tender-skinned ass-cheeks thrust up toward the older man kneeling behind her on the huge bed. Humming low noises in her throat like a purring cat, she reached back with both hands between her outspread white thighs to place her fingertips lightly on either side of her curl-lined cuntal slip and slowly stretch the pink edges to the sides.
Up behind her, Lombridge saw her moistly glistening pussy opening up to his lustful gaze, and grabbing his heavily veined cock in his right hand, he pressed it forward into the naked warmth between her tautly squirming buttocks. Thin drops of clear seminal fluid seeped out warmly from the tip to lubricate the flesh of the tiny pulsating opening, and Maggie inadvertently jerked and moaned with eager passion as she felt his heated shaft come into contact with her nakedly exposed pussy. Straining her neck downward, she peered back beneath her voluptuously dangling breasts at his thickly swollen cock set into place up between her things, The obscene view of his fleshy blue-veined shaft and heavy balls hanging beneath up between her whitely quivering thighs sent wild electric shocks jangling through her nerve-endings and she pressed her narrow cuntal slit back into closer contact with the head of his hotly pulsating cock.
Lombridge grasped her smoothly rounded hips in his rough hands to hold her in position in front of him and pushed forward slightly into the tight elastic opening of her vagina, gritting his teeth from the agonizing pressure around his lust-swollen hardness.
Sending a low-pitched groan up from her throat at his first short pressuring thrust, the young red-head felt his penis begin a slow prodding movement against the slightly open lips of her cunt, parting them and forcing its way inside the tightly restricting little ring at the moist entrance to her secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the tender flesh would tear asunder, and then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and the club owner's long thick cock slipped into her hotly throbbing pussy like a hard blunt ramrod.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned softly through clenched teeth as she waited for her as yet unstretched cunt to accustom itself to the intruding thickness. The massive penis penetrating her felt like a thick drill tunneling deep into her defenseless belly through the involuntarily contracting inner walls. She spread her knees a little more on the bed to ease the pain a little and swung her buttocks from side to side to ease her tightly clasping pussy back around his rock-hard shaft.
Relentlessly Lombridge pushed forward, skewering her to the hilt until she was impaled on his pulsating cock like an insect run through by a pin. He watched the young girl's lips opening and closing in sensual torment from the outward pressure in her quivering cunt. The older man slipped his deeply embedded cock back out a fraction of an inch and then grunted as he shoved it forward again into her pussy as far as it would go. She felt its rubbery tip bump up against her cervix and at the same time his heavily bloated testicles slapped hard against the softness of her inner thigh.
His eyes wide open, Lombridge stared down at his desire-thickened member disappearing up inside Maggie's tightly accepting vagina, and he groaned softly in obscene delight at the hot cuntal moistness clasping around his pulsating cock.
"Good baby," he rasped down at her. "Nice and slow now, let's fuck."
Panting with greedy desire up behind her, he began to rock rhythmically back and forth in the soft wet confines of her slowly expanding vagina. Gradually the narrow fleshy walls of her cunt seeped out lewd slippery fluids to ease the friction, and Maggie began to feel a hungry masochistic need rippling throughout her loins, making her cry out for more. Slowly she began to undulate her buttocks in ever widening circles back against his heavily pumping pelvis.
"Oh Lord, I like it," she breathed back at him in a quivering voice, surprised at the thick husky sound of her own voice.
Now her boss was settling into a steadier rhythm, kneeling up behind her bent-over body, gritting his teeth as he fucked in and out with long, leisurely strokes.
"Jesus, what a nice pussy," he told her, closing his eyes for a moment to concentrate only on the maddening sensations running hotly through his throbbing cock. In response to his words, her cunt clasped wetly around his on-fucking cock and the young red-head ground her quivering white buttocks tightly into his loins in wanton appreciation.
Now let Tod come on in, Vince Lombridge thought to himself. I'll give him a demonstration of how to turn a woman into a whore. In one easy lesson: fuck her good!
Over the sounds of the music in the next room, the older man heard the small metallic click of the sitting room door opening. A feeling of absolute power surged through his body, and he dug his fingers harshly into the giving flesh of her hips and skewered repeatedly up between her legs. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her cunt flowering wetly around his pistoning cock, her hot lust-juices wet and slippery in the tight narrow passage.
In the other room, Tod Lombridge motioned for Maggie's unsuspecting boyfriend to keep quest. Tod was determined to surprise Maggie with Bradley's arrival, not knowing how surprised he was going to be in a few minutes.
"You wait here, they must be in the other room," Tod whispered, his voice rising to slightly angry tones as he realized that his father must be fucking the girl already, the bastard didn't keep his word.
Lewd sounds of passion were coming from inside the bedroom and Tod slipped inside before Chuck had realized he had disappeared. Tod couldn't believe either his ears or his eyes, the pair on the bed sounded for all the world like wild beasts and looked like it. The hot little bitch was up on her knees, dog-fashion, while his father fucked her cunt from behind, her dangling breasts swinging from side to side as she see-sawed excitedly back and forth on Lombridge's lust-laden cock.
Tod didn't waste a minute, he wanted to join in the fun. He threw off his clothes it seemed in one single gesture and crawled up onto the bed. He placed the flat of his hand on Maggie's flushed cheeks to hold her in place as she opened her eyes long enough to see his fully erect penis only inches away from her lips. Drops of moisture seeped from the bloated tip, inviting Maggie's soft hot tongue to lick them away. like a hungry child with a lollipop, the little red-headed bitch sucked the tip of his throbbing cock into her moistly parted lips.
"She's doing all right, huh, Tod?" the boy's father grunted up behind her. "Think you could get her going like this?" the older man chuckled obscenely at the consternation of his son's face.
The little bitch is really turned on, Tod Lombridge said to himself. He suddenly wanted her to feel humiliated and ashamed for the way she was responding to the lewd fucking she was getting.
"Okay, you hot little whore, let's show the old man what we can do. Give me a good suck and I'll choke you up with a load of cum!"
Without further warning he shoved the throbbing mass of his hard penile flesh into the hot moistness of her mouth. All the way to the back of her throat it went, pressing her tongue gaggingly against the floor of her mouth. The sensational heat of her oral cavern around his cock sent wild flames of perverted lust searing down into his balls dangling softly against her chin. All thoughts of his father and of humiliating the girl fled from the young man's mind like a flock of birds going south, the only thing left of interest to him being his palpitating cock sunk deep in her mouth.
"Now, baby," he groaned down at her cock-filled face. "Use your tongue and suck hard. And immediately he set up a steady rhythm stroking wetly in and out of her clasping lips, her cheeks bloated grotesquely on the in-stroke, and deeply hollowed around him on the out-stroke. Her delicate nostrils flared above his glistening shaft with the strong male aroma of his loins as she struggled to breathe trough her nose.
The lewd mental picture entered Maggie's mind of her naked body between them, inciting her more and more, the fiery feeling in her belly raging wildly out of control. She began to rotate her buttocks in tight tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the hot fleshy pole burrowing into her greedy pussy. Her lips began to nibble at the long thrusting cock buried between her wetly ovaled lips, and she coughed and spluttered under the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She wanted to milk both penises dry, to feel them fill her belly with hot sticky fluids and feel the cream-like cum pouring down her throat and into her cunt. She sucked greedily at the hotly throbbing cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the blood-filled head, probing into the tiny opening on the end. She wanted it to erupt in her mouth and meet the hot spurts that would come up into her from her tingling pussy.
Outside the closed door, Chuck Bradley had begun to wonder if the club owner's son had forgotten him. Although he had come all the way to California from New Hampshire to apply for a job, the fact that Maggie worked at the same club had a lot to do with his decision. Since she had been gone, he'd seen other girls but nothing was quite the same without her and so he'd decided to come out to both apply for a job, and to spend the winter with Maggie.
The music was ending and Chuck began to hear the strangest sounds coming from the other room, he listened intently and much to his horror recognized Maggie's voice, He knew that only one thing could be going on in there, in a furious rage the young boy ran through the door, flinging it wide open as he did so.
The young athlete couldn't believe his eyes! It was Maggie all right, kneeling naked on the bed while an older man fucked her obscenely swiveling cunt from behind and the younger man who had brought him was plunging his hardened cock into her face.
The fucking whore, the dirty double-crossing bitch! Chuck was beside himself with rage, for a whole year he'd tried to get Maggie to fuck him and now she was fucking two men like she was a woman from the streets. He could hardly believe his eyes.
While the young red-head's boyfriend watched in utter disbelief, Vince Lombridge looking down from his position above her suddenly felt an irresistible desire to fuck into the tiny puckered anus nestled up between her openly spread buttocks. He slipped his right hand down around the juncture of her thigh and hip, extending his middle finger down into the wetly flowing juices seeping out around the pink curl-trimmed flanges of her cunt, moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the tiny puckered anal mouth clenching and unclenching under his lust-filled gaze. Once lubricated by her cuntal fluids, his finger paused momentarily to tease lightly at her fleshy nether entrance and then without further warning Vince shoved it forward, abruptly sinking it up to his second knuckle.
"Agggggghhhhhhh!" the protesting red-head grunted in front of him, her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled in vain to escape his brutally impaling finger. But the club owner's son in front held her head firmly in place with the palm of his hand while his father used his left hand to pull her back tighter against his cunt-plumbing cock and his lewdly buried middle finger. Lombridge swirled his finger around inside the tight narrow passage of her rectum, working to expand and enlarge it for the greater thickness to come.
Slowly, the searing pain Maggie felt in her plundered anus subsided as the narrow passage grew accustomed to the presence of his skewing finger, and she gradually began to rock back to meet his inward thrusts, matching his steady rhythm stroke for stroke.
Once again the red-head's wetly clinging lips began sucking heartily at Lombridge's son's thickly expanded cock slipping in and out of her mouth. Now she wanted more than ever to devour the velvety thickness ramming into the back of her throat. She had never felt such maddening sensations as were now coursing wildly through her veins like a drug sending her on a trip through her own body.
Maggie's boyfriend Chuck couldn't believe his eyes when suddenly the man behind her on the bed pulled his finger out of her now expanded rectum with a soft popping sound, and in one swift movement switched his glistening cock from one opening to the other.
On the out-stroke Lombridge's pistoning penis had been in her gyrating cunt, and then on the in-stroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the narrow confines of her anus. His fingers tightened up to her naked shoulders now to hold her fastened to him, relentlessly shafting into her narrow crevice, rushing up the tight nether passage until his stomach was pressed flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
"Agggggghhhhhh , ahhhhhhhgh, uuuuuunnnnngggggghhh!" the helplessly impaled young red head complained around the heavily pounding cock in her mouth. She had never felt such a mixture of searing pain and strange pleasure in her life. The lust-rigid rod of flesh felt like it was splitting her anus, tearing her unprotected rectum into thousands of pieces. She thrashed and bucked before his onslaught, her eyes bulging open in horrified fascination that she could still see her tormentor's son's thickly veined shaft protruding from the tangle of blonde pubic hair at its root, endlessly fucking into her face. It was too much. She felt as though she were going mad. Fixed to Vince Lombridge's loins as if her anus were glued around his cock, she could feel his throbbing hardness deep inside her like a heartbeat, each lewd pulse shoving her rectal walls a little farther outward from its massive size. Finally, she could breathe again, her body almost limp like a rag doll, and she felt him shallow at first, then gradually lengthening until buried inside her burning anus before he shoved the entire blood-engorged shaft back in to the hilt.
His mind reeling in confusion from the lewd spectacle before him, Chuck Bradley could not ignore the hot flames of lust inevitably spreading through his loins, and his young sensitive cock quivered and then jerked up to full erection inside his pants. How he would like to be the one screwing Maggie in the ass-hole, he thought.
Then he watched the impossible happen. With a low snarling sound like a cat-in heat, the captivating young red-head began to rock gently with the man kneeling up behind her wide-splaying thighs, meeting his inward strokes with her back-thrusting buttocks, grinding the white half-moons into his stomach lasciviously to get as much of the lust-inflamed cock as she could. The shameless young girl was enjoying it now, and her mouth sucked avidly at the hard-pumping cock slipping in between her lips.
Behind her on the bed, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure, Vince Lombridge gritted his teeth from the tightness of her narrow rectum, releasing a guttural laugh at the way he had conquered her will so completely that there could be no question who was master. He began pounding faster and harder against her buttocks as she strained back to meet him, her deep mewling chant spurring him on.
Gaping down at the hotly clasping lips ravenously sucking his cock, the younger Lombridge suddenly jerked convulsively burying the fleshy shaft in Maggie's mouth to the hilt. It as though a volcano were erupting in his balls sending white-hot lava shooting up through his bursting cock to flood deep into her throat. Maggie's cheeks inflated obscenely with the endless spurts of cum while her Adam's apple bobbed up and down with her efforts to swallow the gushing jets. Her lips clung desperately to the wildly jerking shaft until finally it was over, and little by little the flow began to dwindle, and then the young man's cock slowly deflated in her mumbling mouth and slipped wetly out from her clasping lips. Thin sticky trails of white semen sowed a lewd web from the depleted penis to her cum-smeared mouth.
"Jesus!" Chuck gasped out loud at the lurid sight. His thickening rod of flesh jerked wildly in his trousers as he watched his innocent young girl friend raise her head from the bed to lick the last drop of obscene cum from the tip of his now useless penis.
At the sound of his voice both Vince Lombridge and his son Tod turned to smile triumphantly at him.
"Come on, hero, there's enough for everybody," the older man taunted him. The club owner locked both his arms around Maggie's narrow waist, pinning her squirming buttocks tightly against his loins. Then with a sudden rolling motion to the side, he turned over onto his back with helpless young red-head still impaled on his thick hard cock sunk deep in her anus. Now Maggie's openly dilated cunt was nakedly exposed to Chuck's view, her feet wide-flung to the sides as she struggled in pain to take the weight of her body off her cruelly stretched anus. The muscles of her flat white belly were strained to the breaking point from the terrible pressure until she finally managed to plant her feet up high on the older man's outstretched thighs, her knees bent up and out to the side. Immediately she began pressuring her naked buttocks up and down again, using Lombridge's sinewy thighs as a pushing point for her motions.
"Come on, champ, what are you waiting for?" the club owner grunted thickly beside Maggie's flailing red-hair.
It finally dawned on the young girl that someone else was in the room. She lifted her head and looked down the cream-white valley between her jouncing breasts and saw him.
Oh God, no! she thought. It's Chuck! With horrified eyes she watched as he grinned hatefully at her and slowly unbuckled his belt. To the dazed young red-head, it seemed centuries instead of days since she had been a reluctant virgin for the handsome young athlete now undressing at her feet. She knew that he couldn't possibly understand anything about why and how she had come to be in this situation. To him she must look like nothing more than a cheap whore a whore who only last week he had been driven to call a prick-tease. Tears of shame and regret began to well up in her eyes, and then through her blurred vision she saw Chuck climbing up and over the foot of the king-size bed toward the vulnerable "vee" of her loins. She could see the cock she knew so well, rigidly erect and bobbing with lust as he positioned himself to take the slightly worn prize he had wanted so much for so long.
"Come on! Your girl is a fantastic fuck!" Tod Lombridge goaded him on, a tiny grim smile of sadistic delight twisting his mouth out of shape. Ignoring the mocking tone of Lombridge's voice, unable to resist the pinkly inviting moistness waiting open below before his very eyes, Chuck threw himself on top of the churning mass of feminine flesh. He crawled up over Maggie's wildly thrashing body and held his throbbing cock into position between her upraised thighs, lodging the huge swollen head in the palpitating mouth of his red-head girlfriend's pussy. Below his own cock set firmly in the tiny pink cuntal mouth, he could see Vince Lombridge's rock-hard member, ceaselessly drumming in and out of her wide-split anus.
Then the young athlete balanced himself with both hands spread out on either side of the two bodies beneath him, and with a sudden forward thrust of his aching loins, pushed his quivering cock brutally up into the expanded warmth of her open cunt. There was no resistance left inside the moist inner walls, and his long thick shaft of flesh raced headlong up into the very depths of her soft white belly until he felt it ram against the cushiony tip of her cervix.
Maggie groaned in combined humiliation and satisfaction at the renewed fleshy presence filling her hungry vagina, and she snaked her long tapering legs up around her boy friends waist. She had never been so utterly filled in her life, and she wished suddenly that she could go on forever like this, feeling the two rampaging cocks rubbing against each other deep inside through the thin wall of flesh separating the entrances into her helplessly impaled body. Her left arm curled around Chuck's neck as though he were a long-lost lover, and she held onto him for dear life, at the same time pressing her other hand down beneath her quivering buttocks until she could feel both hard, wetly slipping cocks thrusting into her loins. With her fingers she fondled at the two men's testicles as though beckoning their lewd cum up from the sanctuary of their dangling balls, not knowing whose she was touching, and not caring.
Once again Lombridge's young son had an erection jutting out from his loins from just watching the obscene trio beside him on the bed, and he began slipping his hand in a slow steady rhythm up and down over his swelling cock-shaft. He knelt so that his face was only inches from the two thick cocks thrusting again and again into Maggie's anus and vagina. He could see the pink ridges of flesh sucking out after his father's penis on the out-stroke as though her anus wouldn't let him go, and above the vibrant red curls of her pubic hair clasping wetly around Chuck Bradley's hard shaft of flesh as he fucked into her.
The young red-head shuddered in ecstasy and crazily bucked her body up and down between her boy friend and her employer, her mind torn between the hot desire scorching her throbbing vagina and the guilty twinge of shame and humiliation that cut through her like a knife. The tears streaking her flushed cheeks were now tears of mingled joy and debasement flowing down into the corners of her wide-open mouth.
The young girl had been so close to her orgasm before, that Chuck's thickly expanding cock finished it for her, pounding with demoniac fury into her defenseless cunt.
"IIII'MM CUMMMMMMING!" she groaned, the tendons in her neck standing out like steel cables, her passion-glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling. "FUCK HARDER, DARLINGS! FUCK ME HARDER!"
Her voice changed pitch then, rising to a sensual moan that went on and on, broken rhythmically by the breath-taking lunges they were still making into her body. Her hand milked the cum-laden balls below, her own orgiastic secretions flooding wetly out around Chuck's hard driving cock to mingle on her buttocks with their combined perspiration.
Spurred on by his girl friend's twisting and thrashing underneath him, Chuck shoved his throbbing rod deeply into the spasming cunt he had wanted to fuck for so long, screwing into her pussy with months of build-up frustration. And then he felt the hot waves of his sperm spurting deep up into her clasping cuntal depths, a mind-rattling ejaculation that went on and on inside her cum-filled belly. The young athlete groaned as though his very life was being drained from her body, and held his wildly jerking cock sunk all the way into her semen-soaked pussy, relishing the rotating of her hungry passage around his wildly pulsing thickness. From Lombridge's bucking below, Chuck was bounced and tossed on Maggie's limply satiated body, the softness of her quivering breasts against his chest increasing his pleasure a thousandfold.
No longer feeling the need to hold back, Vince Lombridge quickened his upward thrusts with the arching strength of his back until he was pumping into her defenseless anus like a bull running wild. He growled deeply in his throat as he felt the steaming hot cum boiling up out of his aching balls, his hands slipping up around her ribs to grasp at her swollen breasts, jerking her body down onto him as he spewed his hot load of sperm into her crazily contracting anus. His exploding cock jerked like a machine fun firing, the hot viscous cum spurting out endlessly to fill her clenching rectum to the bursting point.
Finally the older man gave one last body-shaking lunge and held the squirming red-head tight on his still rhythmically jerking cock. Then Lombridge moved, and his deflating penis slipped nosily out of Maggie's forever expanded anal passage with thin streams of thick white semen leaking lewdly out after it, and he released his breath in a long sigh as if he had been holding it in for a long time.
The scene had been too much for Lombridge's son Tod, who now frantically jerked the outer skin of his penis up and down and then shot a thick spurt of semen out onto Maggie's seemingly unconscious face. The sticky white cum flowed into her hair at the temples and then seeped down over her flushed pink cheeks and touched the side of her delicate nose.
Now all was silent as the four of them lay tangled in a heap on the bed, arms and legs intermingled in exhaustion. Silent, except for the sound of their heavy breathing and even that subsided to a low moan of pleasure.
After what seemed an eternity, Vince Lombridge opened his eyes and looked directly at Maggie Reynold's boyfriend and with a lewd wink said: "Welcome to the club!"
